BOB DYLAN: Otras letras (U-Z)

1. Up On Cripple Creek
2. Up To Me
3. Wade In The Water
4. Waiting For You
5. Walkin' Down The Line
6. Wallflower
7. Walls Of Red Wing
8. Watching The River Flow
9. When I Got Troubles
10. When I Paint My Masterpiece
11. When You  Awake
12. Who Killed Davey Moore?
13. Wild Mountain Thyme
14. Working On A Guru
15. Worried Blues
16. Ye Shall Be Changed
17. You Belong To Me
18. You Changed My Life


UP ON A CRIPPLE CREEK
(from "Before The Flood")
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I want to go
Straight down the Mississippi river
To the Gulf of Mexico

To Lake Charles, Louisiana
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by
If there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

Good luck had just stung me
Just to the race track I did go
I bet on one horse to win
And then she bet on one another to show

The odds were in my favor
You know I had ‘em five to one
That nag to win came around the track
Me and little Bessie had won

Going on Cripple Creek where she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

I took up all of my winnings
And I gave my little Bessie half
She tore it up and threw it in my face
Just for a laugh

Now that just made my heart throb
To the bottom of my feet
And I swore and I took another pull
My Bessie can’t be beat

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

Now me and my mate were back at the shack
We had Spike Jones on the box
She said, "I can't take the way he sings
But I love to hear him talk"

Now there’s one thing in the whole wide world
I sure do love to see
As that a little sweet thing of mine
Puts her doughnut in my tea

I’m going up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

Now there’s a flood out in California
And up north it's freezing cold
And this living off of the road
Is getting pretty old

So I guess I'll call up my big mama
And tell her I'll be rolling in
But you know, deep down, I'm sort of tempted
To go and see my Bessie again

And I’m going up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

UP TO ME
(from "Biograph")
Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing
Death kept followin’, trackin’ us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing
Now somebody’s got to show their hand, time is an enemy
I know you’re long gone, I guess it must be up to me

If I’d thought about it I never would’ve done it, I guess I would’ve let it slide
If I’d paid attention to what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died
Well, I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me

Oh, the Union Central is pullin’ out and the orchids are in bloom
I’ve only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume
In fourteen months I’ve only smiled once and I didn’t do it consciously
Somebody’s got to find your trail, I guess it’s gonna be up to me

It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch
I’d just about convinced myself that nothin’ had changed that much
The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key
Somebody had to unlock your heart, he said it was up to me

Now, I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers’ club
I would’ve followed you in the door but I didn’t have a ticket stub
So I waited all night ’til the break of day, hopin’ one of us could get free
Oh when the dawn came over the river bridge, I knew it was up to me

The only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?
You looked a little burned out, my friend, I thought it might be up to me

I met somebody face to face, I had to remove my hat
She’s everything I need and love but I can’t be swayed by that
It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be
But she ain’t gonna make a move, I guess it must be up to me

Now, we heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex
It didn’t amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects
When you bite off more than you can chew you gotta pay the penalty
Somebody’s got to tell the tale, I guess it must be up to me

Dupree came in pimpin’ tonight to the Thunderbird Café
Crystal wanted to talk to him, I had to look the other way
Now, I just can’t rest without you, love, I need your company
You ain’t gonna cross the line, I guess it must be up to me

There’s a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle
She’s the one you been wond’rin’ about, but there’s really nothin’ much to tell
We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history
Somebody’s got to cry some tears, I guess it must be up to me

So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime
The ringleaders from the county seat say you don’t have all that much time
And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain’t my property
One of us has got to hit the road, I guess it must be up to me

If we never meet again, baby, remember me
How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody
And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free
No one else could play that tune, you know it was up to me

WADE IN THE WATER
(from "Live 1961-2000")

Wade in the water
Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water
God's a-gonna trouble the water
God's a-gonna trouble the water.

Well, who are these children all dressed in red?
God's gonna trouble the water
Must be the children that Moses led
God's gonna trouble the water.

Wade in the water
Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water
God's a-gonna trouble the water
God's a-gonna trouble the water.

Well out of the mountain come fire an' smoke
God's gonna trouble the water
Jehovah, nobody but he could've spoke
God's gonna trouble the water.

Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water
God's a-gonna trouble the water
God's a-gonna trouble the water.

Well, I'm walkin' down the highway an' the water's gettin' low
God's a-gonna trouble the water.
Walkin' down the highway, nowhere to go
God's a-gonna trouble the water.

Why doncha wade in the water
Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water
God's a-gonna troublin' the water
God's a-gonna troublin' the water.
God's a-gonna troublin' the water.

WAITING FOR YOU
(Unreleased)

I never dreamed it could be
A someone made just for me.
When I'm letting her have her way,
I'm here to see what she has to say.
Aw, the poor girl always wins the day.
I'm stayin' ahead of the game,
And she's a-doin' the same,
And the whiskey flyin' into my head.
The fiddler's arm has gone dead,
And talk is beginning to spread

When did our love go bad?
Whatever happened to the best friend that I had?
It's been so long since I held you tight
Been so long since we said goodnight.
The taste of tears is bittersweet.
When you're near me, my heart forgets to beat.
You're there every night
Among the good and the true,
And I'll be around, waitin' for you.

Well, the king of them all
Is starting to fall.
I lost my gal at the boatman's ball.
The night has a thousand hearts and eyes.
Hope may vanish, but it never dies.
I'll see you tomorrow when freedom rings.
I'm gonna stay on top of things.
It's the middle of summer,
And the moon is blue.
And I'll be around, waitin' for you.
Another deal gone down,
Another man done gone.
You put up with it all, and you carry on.
Something holding you back,
But you'll come through.
I'd bet the world and everything in it on you.
Happiness is but a state of mind.
Anytime you want, you can cross the state line.
You don't need to be rich
or well to do,
I'll be around, waitin' for you.

WALKIN' DOWN THE LINE
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
Lord, I’m walkin’ down the line
Walkin’ down the line
And I’m walkin’ down the line
My feet’ll be a-flyin’
To tell about my troubled mind

I got a heavy-headed gal
I got a heavy-headed gal
I got a heavy-headed gal
She ain’t a-feelin’ well
When she’s better only time will tell

Lord, I’m walkin’ down the line
Walkin’ down the line
And I’m walkin’ down the line
My feet’ll be a-flyin’
To tell about my troubled mind

My money comes and goes
My money comes and goes
My money comes and goes
And rolls and flows and rolls and flows
Through the holes in the pockets in my clothes

Lord, I’m walkin’ down the line
Walkin’ down the line
And I’m walkin’ down the line
My feet’ll be a-flyin’
To tell about my troubled mind

I see the morning light
I see the morning light
Well, it’s not because
I’m an early riser
I didn’t go to sleep last night

Lord, I’m walkin’ down the line
Walkin’ down the line
Lord, I’m walkin’ down the line
My feet’ll be a-flyin’
To tell about my troubled mind

I got my walkin’ shoes
I got my walkin’ shoes
I got my walkin’ shoes
An’ I ain’t a-gonna lose
What else can a poor boy do?

Lord, I’m walkin’ down the line
Lord, I’m walkin’ down the line
Lord, I’m walkin’ down the line
My feet’ll be a-flyin’
To tell about my troubled mind

WALLFLOWER
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.2")
Wallflower, wallflower
Won’t you dance with me?
I’m sad and lonely too
Wallflower, wallflower
Won’t you dance with me?
I’m fallin’ in love with you

Just like you I’m wonderin’ what I’m doin’ here
Just like you I’m wonderin’ what’s goin’ on

Wallflower, wallflower
Won’t you dance with me?
The night will soon be gone

I have seen you standing in the smoky haze
And I know that you’re gonna be mine one of these days
Mine alone

Wallflower, wallflower
Take a chance on me
Please let me ride you home

WALLS OF RED WING
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely:
No younger than twelve, no older ’n seventeen
Thrown in like bandits and cast off like criminals
All inside the walls on the grounds of Red Wing

From the dirty old mess hall, you march to the brick wall
Too weary to talk and too tired to sing
And it’s all afternoon you remember your hometown
All inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing

Oh, the gates are cast iron and the walls are barbed wire
Stay far from the fence with the ’lectricity sting
And it’s keep down your head and stay in your number
All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

Oh, it’s fare thee well to the deep hollow dungeon
Farewell to the boardwalk that takes you to the screen
Farewell to the minutes they threaten you with it
All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

It’s many a guard that stands around smilin’
Holdin’ his club like he was a king
Hopin’ to get you behind the wood pilin’
All Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

The night aimed shadows through the crossbar windows
And the wind punched hard to make the wall-siding sing
It’s many a night I pretended to be a-sleepin’
All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

As the rain rattled heavy on the bunkhouse shingles
And the sounds of the night they made my ears ring
’Til the keys of the guards clicked the tune of the morning
All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

Oh, some of us will wind up in St. Cloud prison
And some of us’ll end up to be lawyers and things
And some of us’ll stand to meet you on your crossroads
From inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

WATCHING THE RIVER FLOW
(from "Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Vol.2")
What’s the matter with me
I don’t have much to say
Daylight sneakin’ through the window
And I’m still in this all-night café
Walkin’ to and fro beneath the moon
Out to where the trucks are rollin’ slow
To sit down on this bank of sand
And watch the river flow

Wish I was back in the city
Instead of this old bank of sand
With the sun beating down over the chimney tops
And the one I love so close at hand
If I had wings and I could fly
I know where I would go
But right now I’ll just sit here so contentedly
And watch the river flow

People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah
Makes you stop and all wonder why
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
Who just couldn’t help but cry
Oh, this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though
No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow
And as long as it does I’ll just sit here
And watch the river flow

People disagreeing everywhere you look
Makes you wanna stop and read a book
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
That was really shook
Well, but this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though
No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow
And as long as it does I’ll just sit here
And watch the river flow

Watch the river flow
Watchin’ the river flow
Watchin’ the river flow
But I’ll just sit down on this bank of sand
And watch the river flow

WHEN I GOT TROUBLES
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.7")
Well I got trouble
Trouble's on my mind
Yep, when I got trouble
Trouble's on my mind
Well, I'm gonna forget my trouble
Leave my trouble behind, behind

I'm gonna swing it up
Swing it down
Got the fever, then wham, wham wham!
Well, swing your troubles
Swing your troubles away, yeah,
Well, swing baby
Swing your troubles today

Yea, yea, yea, yeah!

WHEN I PAINT MY MASTERPIECE
(from "Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Vol.2")
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you’re seein’ double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s niece
Yup, she promised that she’d be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece

Oh, the hours I’ve spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wastin’ time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ’em
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb
Train wheels runnin’ through the back of my memory
As the daylight hours do increase
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece

I left Rome and landed in Brussels
With a picture of a tall oak tree by my side
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ muscles
Everyone was there and nobody tried to hide
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Someday, everything is gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece

WHEN YOU AWAKE
(from "Before The Flood")
Ollie told me that, that I'm a fool
So I walked on down the road a mile,
And went to the house that brings a smile
Sat upon my grandpa's knee,
And what do you think he said to me?
When you awake you will remember ev'rything,
You will be hangin' on a string
When you believe, you will relieve the only soul
That you were born with to grow old and never know

Ollie, he showed me the fork in the road and said me,
“Can take you left or straight to right,
Save your days and use your nights,
Be careful where you step and watch wha-cha eat,
Sleep with the light on and you got it beat”

When you awake you will remember ev'rything,
You will be hangin' on a string, yeah and
When you believe, you will relieve the only soul
That you were born with to grow old and never know

Ollie told me it's a mean old world,
The streets don't greet ya, yes, it's true
But what am I supposed to do
Read the writing on the wall,
I heard it when I was very small.

When you awake you will remember ev'rything,
You will be hangin' on a string and
When you believe, you will relieve the only soul
That you were born with to grow old and never know, oh, no no

I wash my hand in lye water, got a date with the captains daughter
You can go and tell your brother, and we sure gonna
love one another, oh! It’s okay, it’s alright, yeah, yeah

You may be right and you might be wrong,
No I won't worry all day long.
Snow's gonna come and the frost gonna bite, my old car froze up last night.
Ain't no reason to hang my head, so I could wake up in the
mornin' dead, oh no no
And if I thought it would do any good, I'd stand on the rock where Moses stood.

WHO KILLED DAVEY MOORE?
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
Who killed Davey Moore
Why an’ what’s the reason for?

“Not I,” said the referee
“Don’t point your finger at me
I could’ve stopped it in the eighth
An’ maybe kept him from his fate
But the crowd would’ve booed, I’m sure
At not gettin’ their money’s worth
It’s too bad that he had to go
But there was a pressure on me too, you know
It wasn’t me that made him fall
No, you can’t blame me at all”

Who killed Davey Moore
Why an’ what’s the reason for?

“Not us,” said the angry crowd
Whose screams filled the arena loud
“It’s too bad he had to die that night
We just like to see a good old fashioned fight
We didn’t mean for him t’ meet his death
We just wanted to see some sweat
There ain’t nothing wrong in that
It wasn’t us that made him fall
No, you can’t blame us at all”

Who killed Davey Moore
Why an’ what’s the reason for?

“Not me,” said his manager
Puffing on a big cigar
“It’s hard to say, it’s hard to tell
I always thought that he was well
It’s too bad for his wife an’ kids he’s dead
But if he was sick, he should’ve said
It wasn’t me that made him fall
You can’t blame me at all”

Who killed Davey Moore
Why an’ what’s the reason for?

“Not me,” said the gambling man
With his ticket stub still in his hand
“It wasn’t me that knocked him down
My hands didn’t touch him none
I didn’t commit no ugly sin
Anyway, I put money on him to win
It wasn’t me that made him fall
You can’t blame me at all”

Who killed Davey Moore
Why an’ what’s the reason for?

“Not me,” said the boxing writer
Who pounds a print on his old typewriter
Sayin’, “Boxing is here to stay
There’s just as much foot danger in a football game”
Sayin’, “Fist fighting is here to stay
It’s just the old American way
It wasn’t me that made him fall
You can’t blame me at all”

Who killed Davey Moore
Why an’ what’s the reason for?

“Not me,” said the man whose fists
Laid him low in a cloud of mist
Who came here from Cuba’s door
Where boxing ain’t allowed no more
“I hit him, I hit him, yes, it’s true
But that’s what I am paid to do
Don’t say murder, don’t say kill
It was destiny, it was God’s will”

Who killed Davey Moore
Why an’ what’s the reason for?

WILD MOUNTAIN THYME
(From "Live Isle Of Wight With The Band)

For the summertime is a-coming

And the leaves are sweetly blooming

And the wild mountain thyme

Blows around the purple heather

Will you go, Lassie go?

And we’ll all go together

To pull wild mountain thyme

From all around the purple heather

Will you go, Lassie go?

If my true love she won't go

You know I’ll surely find another

To pull wild mountain thyme

From all around the purple heather

Will you go, Lassie go?

I will build my love a tower

At the foot of the fountain

And then on it I will put

All the flowers of the mountain

Will you go, Lassie go?

Oh, the springtime is a-coming

and the wee birds are sweetly singing

And the wild mountain thyme

blooms around the purple heather

will you go, Lassie, go?


WORKING ON A GURU 
(From The Bootleg Series Vol.10)

Rain on the ground, windshield wipers movin',

Water on the ground, sure don't feel like groovin'

Working on a guru,

Working on a guru,

Working on a guru, before the sun goes down.

Rain all around, I need me an umbrella

Water on the ground, I am that kind of fella

Looking for a guru,

Working on a guru,

Working on a guru, before the sun goes down.

Walking on the street, I need me an umbrella

Just to keep it sweet, I am that kind of fella

Looking for a guru,

Working on a guru,

Working on a guru, before the sun goes down.

(Play it again ...)

Rain on the ground, windshield wipers movin',

Water all around, I sure don't feel like groovin'

I'm working on a guru,

Yes, I'm working on a guru,

But I'm working on a guru, before the sun goes down.

Working on a guru,

Working on a guru,

Well, it's true, it could be you

I'm working on a guru.

WORRIED BLUES
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
I got those worried blues,
And I got those worried blues,
I got those worried blues,
I got those worried blues,
Lord, I'm a-going where I never been before.

I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow,
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow,
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow,
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow,
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes.

Honey babe don't leave me now,
Honey babe don't leave me now,
Oh honey babe don't leave me now,
Honey babe don't leave me now.
I got trouble in my mind

Listen to that cold whistle blow,
Lord, listen to that cold whistle blow,
Listen to that cold whistle blow,
Listen to that cold whistle blow,
I'm going where I'm never been before

So I got those worries blues, Lord,
I got the worried blues,
I got the worried blues ,
And I got the worried blues
I'm a-going where I never been before.

YE SHALL BE CHANGED
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.3")
You harbor resentment
You know there ain’t too much of a thrill
You wish for contentment
But you got an emptiness that can’t be filled
You’ve had enough of hatred
Your bones are breaking, can’t find nothing sacred
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your clothes
And ye shall be changed

Everything you’ve gotten
You’ve gotten by sweat, blood and muscle
From early in the morning ’til way past dark
All you ever do is hustle
All your loved ones have walked out the door
You’re not even sure ’bout your wife and kids no more, but
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your clothes
And ye shall be changed

The past don’t control you
But the future’s like a roulette wheel spinning
Deep down inside
You know you need a whole new beginning
Don’t have to go to Russia or Iran
Just surrender to God and He’ll move you right here where you stand, and
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your clothes
And ye shall be changed

You drink bitter water
And you been eating the bread of sorrow
You can’t live for today
When all you’re ever thinking of is tomorrow
The path you’ve endured has been rough
When you’ve decided that you’ve had enough
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your clothes
And ye shall be changed

YOU BELONG TO ME
(Unreleased)
See the pyramids along the Nile
See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle
Just remember, darling all the while
You belong to me
See the marketplace in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
And blue

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
And blue

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me

YOU CHANGED MY LIFE
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.3")
I was listening to the voices of death on parade
Singing about conspiracy, wanted me to be afraid
Working for a system I couldn't understand or trust
Suffered ridicule and wanting to give it all up in disgust
But you changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
In hunger and need, you made my heart bleed
You changed my life

Talk about salvation, people suddenly get tired
They got a million things to do, they're all so inspired
You do the work of the devil, you got a million friends
They'll be there when you got something, they'll take it all in the end
But you changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
I was under the gun, clouds blocking the sun
You changed my life

Well, the nature of man is to beg and to steal
I do it myself, it's not so unreal
The call of the wild is forever at my door
Wants me to fly like an eagle while being chained to the floor
But you changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
From silver and gold to what man cannot hold
You changed my life

I was eating with the pigs off a fancy tray
I was told I was looking good and to have a nice day
It all seemed so proper, it all seemed so elite
Eating that absolute garbage while being so discreet
But you changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
From silver and gold to what man cannot hold
You changed my life

You were glowing in the sun while being peaceably calm
While orphans of man danced to the beat of the palm
Your eyes were on fire, your feet were of brass
In the world you had made they made you an outcast
You changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
From silver and gold to what man cannot hold
You changed my life

There was someone in my body that I could hardly see
Invading my privacy making my decisions for me
Holding me back, not letting me stand
Making me feel like a stranger in a strange land
But you changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
You come down the line, give me a new mind
You changed my life

My Lord and my Savior, my companion, my friend
Heart fixer, mind regulator, true to the end
My creator, my comforter, my cause for joy
What the world is set against but will never destroy
You changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
You came in like the wind, like Errol Flynn
You changed my life

BOB DYLAN: Otras letras (T)

1. Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues
2. Talkin' Hava Negeilah Blues
3. Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues
4. Tatle O'Day
5. Tell Me
6. Tell Me, Momma
7. Tell Ol' Bill
8. The Death Of Emmett Till
9. The Lonesome River
10. The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
11. These Hands
12. The Shape I'm In
13. The Water Is Wide
14. The Weight
15. Things Have Changed
16. Thirsty Boots
17. This Evening So Soon
18. This Land Is Your Land
19. Tomorrow Is A Long Time
20. Trouble In Mind


TALKIN' BEAR MOUNTAIN PICNIC MASSACRE BLUES
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
Well, I saw it advertised one day
Bear Mountain picnic was comin’ my way
“Come along ’n’ take a trip
We’ll bring you up there on a ship
Bring the wife and familly
Bring the whole kids”
Yippee!

Well, I run right down ’n’ bought a ticket
To this thing called the Bear Mountain Picnic
Little did I realize
I was in for a pleasent funny surprise
It had nothin’ to do with picnics
Don’t come close to a mountain,
I hate bears

Took the wife ’n’ kids down to the pier
There were six thousand people there
Everybody had a ticket for the trip
“Oh well,” I said, “it’s a pretty big ship
Besides, anyhow, the more the merrier”

Well, we all got on ’n’ what do you think
That big old boat started to sink
More people kept a-pilin’ on
That old ship was a-goin’ down
Funny way to start a picnic

Well, I soon lost track of my kids ’n’ wife
So many people I never saw in my life
That old ship was sinkin’ down in the water
There were six thousand people tryin’ to kill each other
Dogs a-barkin’, cats a-screamin’
Women a-yellin’, men a-flyin’, fists a-flyin’, paper flyin’
Cops a-comin’, me runnin’
Maybe we just better call off the picnic

I got shoved down ’n’ pushed around
All I remember was a moanin’ sound
Don’t remember one thing more
All I remember’s wakin’ up on a shore

My arms and legs were broken
My feet was splintered, my head was cracked
I couldn’t walk, couldn’t talk, smell, feel
Couldn’t see, I didn’t know where I was
I was bald, quite lucky to be alive though

Well, feelin’ like I just climbed outta my casket
I grabbed back hold of my picnic basket
Took the wife ’n’ kids ’n’ started home
Wishin’ I’d never got up that mornin’

Now, I don’t care just what you do
If you wanna have a picnic, that’s up to you
But don’t tell me about it, I don’t wanna hear it
’Cause see, I just lost all my picnic spirit
Stay in m’ kitchen, have picnics
See I got picnic in my bathroom

Now, it don’t seem to me quite so funny
What some people are gonna do for money
There’s a brand new gimmick every day
Just to take somebody’s money away
I think we oughta take some of these people
Put ’em on a boat, send ’em up to Bear Mountain for a picnic

TALKIN' HAVA NEGEILAH BLUES
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
Here's a foreign song I learned in Utah
Ha va, hava, na, havana, gei, havanagei, lah,
Hava negeilah
O-de-ley-he-he-hee

TALKIN' JOHN BIRCH PARANOID BLUES
(from "The Bootleg Series, Vol.6")
Well, I was feelin’ sad and kind of blue
I didn’t know what I was gonna do
The Communists were comin’ around
They was in the air, they was on the ground
They were all over

So I ran down most hurriedly
And joined the John Birch Society
I got me a secret membership card
Went back to my backyard
And started looking on the sidewalk
‘Neath the rose bush

Well, I was lookin’ everywhere for them gold darned Reds
I got up in the mornin’ and looked under my bed
Looked behind the kitchen, behind the door
Even tore loose the kitchen floor
Couldn’t find any

I looked beneath the sofa, beneath the chair
Looking for them Reds everywhere
I looked way up my chimney hole
Even deep down inside my toilet bowl
They got away

I heard some footsteps by the front porch door
So I grabbed my shotgun from the floor
I snuck around the house with a huff and hiss and
“Hands up, you Communist”, it was a mail man
He punched me out

Well, I quit my job so I could work alone
I got a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they was red stripes on the American flag
Did you know about Betsy Ross

Well, I was sittin’ home alone and I started to sweat
I figured they was in my television set
I picked behind the picture frame
And got a shock from my feet that hit my brain
Them Reds did it, no one’s on the hootin’ nanny

Well, I finally started thinkin’ straight
When I run outa things to investigate
I couldn’t imagine doin’ anything else
So now I’m at home investigatin’ myself!
Hope I don’t find out too much, goo God

TATLE O'DAY
(From "The Bootleg Series Vol.10")

I buyed me a little dog

Color it was brown

I learned him how to whistle

Sing and dance and run

His legs they were 14 yards long

His ears they were quite broad

Around the world in a half a day

And on him I could ride

Sing Tattle O’Day

I buyed me a little bull

About four inches high

Everybody feared him

That ever heard him cry

When he begins to bellow

It made such a melodious sound

And all the walls in London town

Came tumbling to the ground

Sing Tattle O’Day

I buyed me a flock of sheep

I thought they were all weathers

Sometimes they yield at wolves

Sometimes they yield at feathers

I think mine are the very best sheep

For yielding increase

For every full change of the moon

They bring both lambs and geese

Sing Tattle O’Day

I buyed me a little box

About four acres square

I filled it full of guineas

And silver so fair

Oh now I’m bound for turkey

I travel like an ox

And in my big chest pocket

I carry my little box

Sing Tattle O‘Day

I buyed me a little hen

All speckled gay and fair

I sat her on an oyster shell

She hatched me out a hare

The hare it sprang a handsome horse

Blew fifteen hens high

And him that tells a bigger tale

Would have to tell a lie

Sing Tattle O’Day

TELL ME
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.3")
Tell me, tell me I’ve got to know
Tell me, tell me before I go
Does that fire still burn? Does that flame still glow?
Or has it died out and melted like the snow
Tell me (tell me)
Tell me

Tell me, what are you focused upon?
Tell me, will it come to me after you’re gone
Tell me now with a glance on the side
Shall I hold you close or let you go by?
Tell me (tell me)
Tell me

Is that the heat and the beat of your pulse that I feel?
If it's not that then what is it your're trying to conceal
Do you have any secrets that will only come out in time?
Do you lay in your bed, do you stare at the stars?
Is your main friend, someone alone an acquaintance of ours?
Tell me (tell me)
Yes, tell me

Tell me, are those rock and roll dreams in your eyes?
Tell me, behind what door your treasure lies
Ever gone broke in a big way?
Ever gone the opposite of what the experts say?
Tell me (tell me)
Mmmm, tell me.

Is it some kind of game that you're playin' with my heart
How deep must I go, where do I start?
Do you have any morals?
Do you have any point of view?
Is that a smile that I see on your face?
Will it lead to glory or lead me to disgrace?
Tell me (tell me)
Mmmm, tell me.

Tell me, is that my name in your book?
Tell me, will you go back and take another look?
Tell me the truth, don't you tell me no lies
Are you anybody’s someone prays for or price?
Tell me (tell me)
Mmmm, tell me.

TELL ME, MOMMA
(from "The Bootleg Series, Vol.4")
Cold black glass don’t make no mirrors
Cold black water dog, make no tears
You say you love me with what may be love
Don’t you remember makin’ baby love?
Yes, you got your steam drill, now you’re lookin’ for some kid
To get it to work for you like your nine-pound hammer did
But I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What’s wrong with you this time?

Black sunglass came here, pony run
Tombstone babes, y’all can get it done
Fool’s gold in your teeth and cementary hips
Get outside of your graveyard lips
Yes, everybody’s wonderin’
When your friendship’s gonna end
But come on, baby, I’m your friend
And I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What’s wrong with you this time?

Ohh, you're pleasing, but your face is red
That ain't he can't get it, he's almost dead.
Everybody sees you on your window ledge
How long's it gonna take for your to get off the edge
Just gonna make everybody jump and roar
Now you wanna go and do that for?
I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind.
Tell me, momma,
Tell me, momma,
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?

TELL OL' BILL
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.8")
The river whispers in my ear
I've hardly a penny to my name
The heavens never seemed so near
And all my body glows with flame.

The tempest struggles in the air
And to myself alone I sing
It could sink me then and there
I can hear the echoes ring.

I tried to find one smilin' face
To drive the shadow from my head
I'm stranded in this nameless place
Lyin' restless in a heavy bed.

Tell me straight out if you will
Why must you torture me within?
Why must you come from your high hill?
And throw my fate to the clouds and wind.

Far away in a silent land
Secret thoughts are hard to bear
Remember me you'll understand
Emotions we can never share.

You trampled on me as you passed
Left the coldest kiss upon my brow
All my doubts and fears have gone at last
I've nothing more to tell you now.

I walk by tranquil lakes and streams
As each new season's dawn awaits
I lay awake at night with troubled dreams
The enemy is at the gate.

Beneath the thunder-blasted trees
The words are ringin' off your tongue
The ground is hard in times like these
The stars are cold, the night is young.

The rocks are break, the trees are bare
Iron clouds go floatin' by
Snowflakes falling in my hair
Beneath the gray and stormy sky.

The evenin' sun is sinking low
The woods are dark, the town is too
They''ll drag you down, they run the show
Ain't no tellin' what they'll do.

Tell ol' Bill when he comes home
Anything is worth a try
Tell him that I'm not alone
And that the hour has come to do or die.

All the world I would defy
Let me make it plain as day
I look at you now and I sigh
How could it be any other way?

THE DEATH OF EMMETT TILL
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.9")
’Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago
When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door
This boy’s dreadful tragedy I can still remember well
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till

Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up
They said they had a reason, but I can’t remember what
They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat
There were screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street

Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain
The reason that they killed him there, and I’m sure it ain’t no lie
Was just for the fun of killin’ him and to watch him slowly die

And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial
Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime
And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody there seemed to mind

I saw the morning papers but I could not bear it
To see the smiling brothers walkin’ down the courthouse stairs
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free
While Emmett’s body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea

If you can’t speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that’s so unjust
Your eyes are filled with dead men’s dirt, your mind is filled with dust
Well, arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low

This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan
But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live

THE LONESOME RIVER
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.8")
I sit here alone on the banks of the river
The loneseome wind blows and the water runs high
I can hear a voice calling out there in the darkness
But I sit here alone too lonesome to cry

Oh the water rolls high on the river at midnight
I sit on the shore too grievin' to cry
The woman I love she left me this morning
With no-one to love or kiss me goodnight

We met there one night on the banks of the river
Sat there holdin' hands and makin' a vow
That we never would part and be happy together
But the new love she's found, she's gone with him now.

Oh the water rolls high on the river at midnight
I sit on the shore too grievin' to cry
The woman I love she left me this morning
With no-one to love or kiss me goodnight

THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
(from "Before The Flood")
Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train,
'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.
In the winter of '65,
We were hungry, just barely alive.
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell,
it's a time I remember, oh so well,

The night they drove Old Dixie Down,
And all her bells were ringing,
The night they drove Old Dixie Down,
And all the people were singin'.
They went
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she called to me,
Said, "Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now I don't mind choppin' wood,
and I don't care if my money's no good.
Yoy take what you need and you leave the rest,
But they should never have taken the very best.

The night they drove Old Dixie Down,
And all her bells were ringing,
The night they drove Old Dixie Down,
And all the people were singin'
They went
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Like my father before me, I will work the land,
And like my brother up above me, who took a rebels stand.
He was just eighteen, proud and brave,
But a yankee laid him in his grave,
And I swear by the mud below my feet,
You can't raise a Caine back up
when he's in defeat.

The night they drove Old Dixie Down,
And all her bells were ringing,
The night they drove Old Dixie Down,
And all the people were singin'
They went
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

The night they drove Old Dixie Down,
And all her bells were ringing,
The night they drove Old Dixie Down,
And you could hear ‘em singin'
They went
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

THESE HANDS
(From "The Bootleg Series Vol.10)

These hands aren't the hands of a gentleman

These hands are calloused and old

But these hands raised a family

these hands built a home

Now these hands raised to praise the Lord

These hands won the heart of my loved one

And with hers they were never alone

If these hands filled their task

Then what more can one ask?

For these fingers have worked to the bone.

Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like to be

My life ain't been much success

While some people have power, but still they grieve

While these hands are brought me happiness.

Now I'm tired and I'm old and I ain't got much gold

Maybe things ain't been all that I planned

But Lord above, hear my plea, when it's time to judge me

Take a look at these hard-workin' hands

THE SHAPE I'M IN
(from "Before the Flood")
Go out yonder, peace in the valley
Come downtown, have to rumble in the alley
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

Has anybody seen my lady
This living alone will drive me crazy
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

I'm gonna go down by the water
But I ain't gonna jump in, no, no
I'll just be looking for my maker
And I hear that that's where she's been? Oh!
Out of nine lives, I spent seven
Now, how in the world do you get to Heaven
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

I just spent 60 days in the jailhouse
For the crime of having no dough
Now here I am back out on the street
For the crime of having nowhere to go
Save your neck or save your brother
Looks like it's one or the other
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

Now two young kids might start a ruckus
You know they feel you trying to shuck us
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

THE WATER IS WIDE
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.5")
The water is wide and I can't cross over
Neither have I wings that I could fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and I.

There is a ship and it sails on the sea
Loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim.

I leaned my back up against an oak
Thinkin' it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
Just like my own false love to me.

Oh love is gentle, love is kind
Gay as a jewel when first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like some morning dew.

The water is wide and I can't cross over
Neither have I wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and I

THE WEIGHT
(from "Before The Flood")
I pulled into Nazareth just a feelin' about half past dead
I just need to find a place where I can lay my head.
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said.

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and (and) (and) you put the load right on me.

I picked up my bag and went lookin' for a place to hide
When I saw old Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side.
And I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on will you go downtown."
She said, "Well I gotta go, but my friend can stick around anyhow."

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and (and) (and) you put the load right on me.

Go down, Miss Moses, ain’t nothin' that you can say
‘Cause it's just old Luke, and Luke's a-waitin' on the judgement day.
"Well now, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?"
He said, "Do me a favor, son, won’t you stay and keep Anna Lee company?"

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and (and) (and) you put the load right on me.

Crazy Chester followed me, yeah, and he caught me in the fog.
He said, "I would fix your rack, oh yeah, if you'll just take Jack, my dog."
I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man."
He said, "That's okay, boy, won't you feed him when you can."

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and (and) (and) you put the load right on me.

Catch a cannon ball now, to take me down the line
‘Cause my bag is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time.
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one (she’s the only one)
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone.

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and (and) (and) you put the load right on me.

THINGS HAVE CHANGED
(from "The Essential Bob Dylan")
A worried man got a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind
There’s a woman on my lap and she’s drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassin’s eyes
I’m looking up into the sapphire-tinted skies
I’m well dressed, waiting on the last train

Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I’m expecting all hell to break loose
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

This place ain’t doing me any good
I’m in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag
Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove

Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Don’t get up gentlemen, I’m only passing through
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

I’ve been walking forty miles of bad road
If the Bible is right, the world will explode
I’ve been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can’t win with a losing hand

Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

I hurt easy, I just don’t show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I’m in love with a woman who don’t even appeal to me

Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I’m not that eager to make a mistake
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

THIRSTY BOOTS
(From "The Bootleg Series Vol.10)

You've long been on the open road

You've sleepin’ in the rain

From the dirty words and muddy cells

Your clothes are smeared and stained

But the dirty words and muddy cells

Will soon be judged insane

So only stop to rest yourself

Till you are off again

And take off your thirsty boots

And stay for awhile

Your feet are hot and weary

From a dusty mile

Maybe I can make you laugh

And maybe I can try

Just lookin' for the evening

And the morning in your eyes

But tell me of the ones you saw

As far as you could see

Across the plain from field to town

A-marching to be free

And of the rusted prison gates

That tumbled by degree

Like laughing children one by one

Who looked like you and me

And take off your thirsty boots

And stay for awhile

Your feet are hot and weary

From a dusty mile

And maybe I can make you laugh

And maybe I can try

Just lookin' for the evening

And the morning in your eyes

I know that you are no stranger down

The crooked rainbow trails

From dancing cliff-edged shattered sills

Of slender shackled jails

But the voices drift up from below

As the walls I been scaled

And all of this and more, my friend

Your song shall not be failed

Then take off your thirsty boots

And stay for awhile

Your feet are hot and weary

From a dusty mile

And maybe I can make you laugh

And maybe I can try

Just lookin' for the evening

And the morning in your eyes

THIS EVENING SO SOON
(From "The Bootleg Series Vol.10)

Tell ol’ bill when he comes home this morning

Tell ol’ bill when he comes home this evening

Tell ol’ bill when he comes home to leave them downtown girls alone

This morning, this evening, so soon

Old sal was baking bread this morning

Old sal was baking bread this evening

Old sal was baking bread when she found out that her bill was dead

This morning, this evening, so soon

She said oh no it cant be so this morning

Oh no it can’t be so this evening

She said oh no, it can’t be so my bill left home about an hour ago

This morning, this evening, so soon

Well they brought bill home in a hurry up wagon this morning

They brought bill home in a hurry up wagon this evening

Well you know they brought bill home in a hurry up wagon his arms, his legs, his feet were draggin’

This morning, this evening, so soon

So soon

So soon

So soon

Tell ol’ bill when he comes home this morning

Tell ol’ bill when he comes home this evening

Yes tell ol’ bill when he comes home to leave them downtown girls alone

This morning, this evening, so soon

So soon

So soon

THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.7")
As I went walking at ribbon highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me the golden valley
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forest to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

I've roamed and rambled, and followed my footsteps
Through the sunnybright sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice came singing
Singing this land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forest to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

It was early one morning and I was strolling
With the wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling
As the fog was lifting a voice comes chanting

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forest to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway
Nobody living can make me turn back
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forest to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

TOMORROW IS A LONG TIME
(from "Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits, Vol.2")
If today was not a crooked highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin’
And I could hear her heart a-softly poundin’
Yes and only if she was lyin’ by me
Then I’d lie in my bed once again

I can’t see my reflection in the water
I can’t speak the sounds that show no pain
I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps
Or remember the sound of my own name
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin’
And I could onlly hear her heart a-softly poundin’
Yes, and only if she was lyin’ by me
Then I’d lie in my bed once again

There’s beauty in the silver, singin’ river
There’s beauty in the rainbow in the sky
But nobody is and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love’s eyes
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin’
I don’t need her heart a-softly poundin’
Yes and only if she was lyin’ by me
Then I’d lie in my bed once again

TROUBLE IN MIND
(from "Hard To Find, Vol.3")
I got to know, Lord, when to pull back on the reins
Death can be the result of the most underrated pain
Satan whispers to ya, “Well, I don’t want to bore ya
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya”

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind

When the deeds that you do don’t add up to zero
It’s what’s inside that counts, ask any war hero
You think you can hide but you’re never alone
Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind

Here comes Satan, prince of the power of the air
He’s gonna make you a law unto yourself, gonna build a bird’s nest in your hair
He’s gonna deaden your conscience ’til you worship the work of your own hands
You’ll be serving strangers in a strange, forsaken land

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind

Well, your true love has caught you where you don’t belong
You say, “Baby, everybody’s doing it so I guess it can’t be wrong”
The truth is far from you, so you know you got to lie
Then you’re all the time defending what you can never justify

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind

So many of my brothers, they still want to be the boss
They can’t relate to the Lord’s kingdom, they can’t relate to the cross
They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives
Put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs or their wives

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind

When my life is over, it’ll be like a puff of smoke
How long must I suffer, oh Lord, how long must I be provoked?
Satan will give you a little taste, then he’ll move in with rapid speed
Lord, keep my blind side covered and see that I don’t bleed

Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind
Lord, take away this trouble in mind

BOB DYLAN: Otras letras (S)

1. Sally Gal
2. Santa Fé
3. Series Of Dreams
4. Seven Curses
5. Seven Days
6. She’s No Good
7. She’s Your Lover Now
8. Sign Language
9. Sign On The Cross
10. Silent Weekend
11. Silver Dagger
12. Sitting On A Barbed-Wire Fence
13. Somebody Touched Me
14. Someone’s Got A Hold Of My Heart
15. Stage Fright
16. Stealin’


SALLY GAL
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.7")

Well, I’m gonna get you Sally girl
I’m gonna get you Sally gal
I’m gonna get you Sally gal
I’m gonna get you Sally gal

I’m just one o’ them ramblin’ men
Ramblin’ since I don’t know when
Here I come and I’m a-gone again
Sally says I got no end
I’m gonna get you Sally gal
I’m gonna get you Sally gal
I’m gonna get you Sally gal
I’m gonna get you Sally gal

SANTA FE
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.2")

Santa Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe
My woman needs it ev’ryday
She promised this a-lad she’d stay
She’s rollin’ up a lotta bread to toss away

She’s in Santa Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe
Now she’s opened up and let me home
She’s crying ‘bout ya need to roam
She’d be open up a happy home
She’d need the number of every room in Santa Fe

Santa Fe, dear, dear, dear, dear, Santa Fe
Since I will never need to roam
And never, never far from home
I’ll never ever ever roam Tuscon away

She's all built bad, no, no, no, no don't' don't, don't feel bad
She is the worst thing I've ever had
there's no bad memory he's so glad
she's over it but they had the bad
should never make her feel so bad I went away

Sante Fe, dear dear dear dear dear dear Sante Fe
My own hearts in LA
I only eminate your way
And I'm aleavin' every day to run away
From Sante Fe, dear dear dear dear dear Sante Fe
My woman left me sitting at home
packin' a place I've known
A crime like an evil stone
She believed I'd her under a groan
for it's unique on the final loan
And I didn't sit her on her own every day

SERIES OF DREAMS
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.3")

I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it’s wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn’t thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo drag
And there’s no exit in any direction
’Cept the one that you can’t see with your eyes
Wasn’t making any great connections
Wasn’t falling for any intricate schemes
Nothing that would pass inspection
I was just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
And into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you’re holding
Unless they are from another world

In one, the surface was frozen
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn’t looking for any special assistance
And not going to any great extremes
I’d already gone the distance
Was just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
And into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you’re holding
Unless they are from another world

I’d already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Just thinking of a series of dreams

SEVEN CURSES
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.2")

Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down in the jailhouse ground
With an iron chain around his neck

Old Reilly’s daughter got a message
That her father was goin’ to hang
She rode by night and came by morning
With gold and silver in her hand

When the judge saw Reilly’s daughter
His old eyes deepened in his head
Sayin’, “Gold will never free your father
The price, my dear, is you instead”

“Oh I’m as good as dead,” cried Reilly
“It’s only you that he does crave
And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all
Get on your horse and ride away”

“Oh father you will surely die
If I don’t take the chance to try
And pay the price and not take your advice
For that reason I will have to stay”

The gallows shadows shook the evening
In the night a hound dog bayed
In the night the grounds were groanin’
In the night the price was paid

The next mornin’ she had awoken
To find that the judge had never spoken
She saw that hangin’ branch a-bendin’
She saw her father’s body broken

These be seven curses on a judge so cruel:
That one doctor cannot save him
That two healers cannot heal him
And that three eyes cannot see him

That four ears cannot hear him
That five walls cannot hide him
That six diggers cannot bury him
And that seven deaths shall never kill him

SEVEN DAYS
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.3")

Seven days, seven more days she’ll be comin’
I’ll be waiting at the station for her to arrive
Seven more days, all I gotta do is survive

She been gone ever since I been a child
Ever since I seen her smile, I never forgotten her eyes
She had a face that outshine the sun in the skies

I been good, I been good while I been waitin’
Maybe guilty of my hesitatin’, but I’ve been hangin’ on
Seven more days and all that will be gone

But there’s kissing in the valley, thieving in the alley
Fighting every inch of the way
Tryin to get lead on, providing the feat on
Well the nights are always sadder than the days

Seven days, seven days sittin’ and knowin’
And ever whistle then will be blowing
And she’ll be coming for
My beautiful comrade from the north

But there’s a fighting in the valley, thieving in the alley
Fighting every inch of the way
Trying to get lead on somebody need the feat on
The night’s are always sadder than the day

Seven days I don’t know the wind is knowing
When the whistle will be blowing
And she’ll be coming for
My beautiful comrade from the north

SHE'S NO GOOD

(Misma letra de “You’re No Good” de "The Freewheeling")

SHE'S YOUR LOVER NOW
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.2")

The pawnbroker roared
Also, so did the landlord
The scene was so crazy, wasn’t it?
Both were so glad
To watch me destroy what I had
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn’t it?
Why didn’t you just leave me if you didn’t want to stay?
Why’d you have to treat me so bad?
Did it have to be that way?

Now you stand here expectin’ me to remember somethin’ you forgot to say
Yes, and you, I see you’re still with her, well
That’s fine ’cause she’s comin’ on so strange, can’t you tell?
Somebody had better explain
She’s got her iron chain
I’d do it, but I, I just can’t remember how
You talk to her
She’s your lover now

I already assumed
That we’re in the felony room
But I ain’t a judge, you don’t have to be nice to me
But please tell that
To your friend in the cowboy hat
You know he keeps on sayin’ ev’rythin’ twice to me
You know I was straight with you
You know I’ve never tried to change you in any way
You know if you didn’t want to be with me
That you could, didn’t have to stay

Now you stand here sayin’ you forgive and forget, honey, what can I say?
Yes, you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can’t you reach?
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev’rytime she gives a speech
With her picture books of the pyramid
And her postcards of Billy the Kid
Why must everybody bow?
You better talk to her ’bout it
You’re her lover now

Oh, ev’rybody that cares
Is goin’ up the castle stairs
But I’m not up in your castle, honey
It’s true, I just can’t recall
San Francisco at all
I can’t even remember El Paso, uh, honey
You never had to be faithful
I didn’t want you to grieve
Oh, why was it so hard for you
If you didn’t want to be with me, just to leave?

Now you stand here while your finger’s goin’ up my sleeve
An’ you, just what do you do anyway?
Ain’t there nothin’ you can say?
She’ll be standin’ on the bar soon
With a fish head an’ a harpoon
An’ a fake beard plastered on her brow
You’d better do somethin’ quick
She’s your lover now

Oh, why must I fall into this sadness?
Do I look like Charles Atlas?
Do you think I still got what you still got, baby?
Her voice is really warm
It's just that it ain't got no form
But it's just like a dead man's last pistol shot, baby
Oh, your mouth used to be so naked
Your eyes used to be so blue
Your hurts used to be so nameless
And your tears used to be so few

Now your mouth cries wolf while...

SIGN LANGUAGE
(from "No Reason To Cry – Eric Clapton")

You speak to me
In sign language
As I'm eating a sandwich
In a small cafe
At a quarter to three
But I can't respond
To your sign language.
You're taking advantage,
Bringing me down.
Can't you make any sound?

'Twas there by the bakery
Surrounded by fakery
Tell her my story
Still I'm still there.
Does she know I still care?

Link Wray was playin'
On a jukebox I was payin'
For the words I was sayin'
So misunderstood
He didn't do me no good.

You speak to me
In sign language
As I'm eating a sandwich
In a small cafe
At a quarter to three
But I can't respond
To your sign language.
You're taking advantage,
Bringing me down.
Can't you make any sound?

SIGN ON THE CROSS
(from "The Genuine Basement Tapes, Vol.3")

Now, I try, oh so awf’ly strong
And I just try to be
And now, oh it’s an isle
But it’s free
Yes, but I know in my head
That we’re all so misled
And it’s that ol’ sign on the cross
That worries me

Now, when I was just a bawlin’ lad
I saw what I wanted to be
And it’s all for the sake
Of that I should see
But I was lost on the land
As I heard that front door slam
And that old sign on the cross
Worries me

Well, it’s that old sign on the cross
Well, it’s that old key to the kingdom
Well, it’s that old sign on the cross
Like you used to be
But, when I hold my head so high
As I see my ol’ friends go by
And it’s still that sign on the cross
That worries me

Well, it seems to be the sign on the cross.
Ev’ry day, ev’ry night, see the sign on the cross just layin’ up
on top of the hill.
Yes, we thought it might have disappeared long ago,
but I’m here to tell you, friends, that I’m afraid it’s lyin’ there still.
Yes, just a little time is all you need, you might say, but I don’t know ’bout that any more, because the bird is here and
you might want to enter it, but, of course, the door might be closed.
But I just would like to tell you one time, if I don’t see you again, that the thing is, that the sign on the cross is the thing you might need the most.

Yes, the sign on the cross
Is just a sign of cotton barkin’ too
Well, there is some in any prison
And there is some in the penitenciary too
Oh, when your, when your days are numbered
And your nights are long
You might think you’re weak
But I mean to say you’re strong
Yes you are, if that sign on the cross
If it begins to worry you
Well, that’s all right you just sing a song
And all your troubles will pass right on through

SILENT WEEKEND
(from "The Genuine Basement Tapes Vol.3")

Silent weekend,
My baby she gave it to me
Silent weekend,
My baby she gave it to me.
She's opened every heart
But at sleep and be part
And she's leavin' me down in misery.

Silent weekend,
My baby she took me by the heart.
Silent weekend,
My baby she took me by the heart
She's awake and bad, she’s boasting
But I know I know she’s ghostin’
An' she’s tearin’ me all apart

Silent weekend,
Oh Lord, I wish Monday would come.
Silent weekend,
Oh Lord, I sure wish Monday would come.
She's uppin’ and she’s leavin’
But I hate to sit here grievin’
But I just can’t sit here playin’ dumb.

Well, I done a whole lotta thinkin' 'bout a whole lot of cheatin',
And I, maybe I did please.
But I just walloped a lotta pizza after makin' our peace,
Puts ya down on bended knees.

Silent weekend,
Man alive, I'm burnin' up on my brain.
Silent weekend,
Man alive, I'm burnin' up on my brain.
She knows I'm just teasin'
But she’s all misbelievin’
And I playing wanna do it again

SILVER DAGGER
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.6")

Don't sing my song, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here, right by my side
And in her right hand, a silver dagger
She says that I can't be your bride.
All men are false, says my mother
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies
And the very next evening, they'll court another
Leave you alone to pine and sigh.

My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged.

Go court another tender maiden
And hope that she will be your wife
For I've been warned and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life.

SITTING ON A BARBED-WIRE FENCE
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.2")

I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents
I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents
See my bull dog bite a rabbit
And my hound dog’s sittin’ on a barbed-wire fence, alright

Well, my temperature rises and my feet can’’t walk so hot
Yes, my temperature rises and my feet can’t walk so hot
Well, this Arabian doctor comes in, gives me a shot
But wouldn’t tell what I was that I got

Well, this woman I’ve got, she’s killing me alive
Yes, this woman I’ve got, she’s killing me alive
She’s making me into an old man
And man, I’m not even twenty-five

Of course, you’re gonna think this song is a riff
I know you’re gonna think this song is a riff
Unless you’ve been inside a tunnel
And fell down sixty nine, seventy feet over a barbed-wire fence

Alright!

SOMEBODY TOUCHED ME
(from "Live 1961-2000")

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!
Would you please welcome Columbia recording artist Bob Dylan.

Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.

While I was praying, somebody touched me,
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.

Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.

Well, it was on a Sunday, somebody touched me,
It was on a Sunday, somebody touched me,
It was on a Sunday, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.

Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.

SOMEONE'S GOT A HOLD OF MY HEART
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.3")

They say, “Eat, drink and be merry, take the bull by the horns”
I keep seeing visions of you, a lily among thorns
Everything looks a little far away to me

Gettin’ harder and harder to recognize the trap
Too much information about nothin’, too much educated rap
Just like you told me, it’s just like you said it would be

Well, the moon’s going up like wildfire
I feel the breath of a storm
There’s something I got to do tonight
You go inside and stay warm

Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
You, you, you, you, you got a hold of my heart

Just got back from a city, city of red skies
Everybody thinks with their stomach and there’s plenty of spies
Every street is crooked, they just wind around until they disappear

Madame Butterfly, she lulls me to sleep
Like an ancient river, so wide and so deep
She said, “Be easy, baby, ain’t nothin’ worth stealin’ here”

You’re the one I’ve been waitin’ for
You’re the one that I desire
But you must realize first
I’m not another man you can hire

Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
You, you, you, you, you got a hold of my heart

I can hear that hot-blooded singer on the bandstand croon, poisoned love
Red roses for a blue lady in Memphis in June
While they’re beating the devil out of a guy who’s wearing a clouded blue wig

I’ve been to Babylon and I gotta confess
I can still hear that voice crying in the wilderness
What looks large from a distance, close up is never that big
Never could learn to drink that blood and call it wine
Never could learn to look at your face and call it mine
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
Someone’s got a hold of my heart
You, you, you, you, you got a hold of my heart, oh yeah

STAGE FRIGHT
(from "Before The Flood")

Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid
Who suffered so much for what he did,
They gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame,
Since that day he ain't been the same.

See the man with the stage fright
Just standin' up there to give it all his might.
And he got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again.

I've got fire water right on my breath
And the doctor warned me I might catch a death.
Said, "You can make it in your disguise,
Just never show the fear that's in your eyes."

See the man with the stage fright,
Just standin' up there to give it all his might.
He got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again.

Now if he says that he's afraid,
Take him at his word.
And for the price that the poor boy has paid,
He gets to sing just like a bird, oh, ooh.

Your brow is sweatin' and your mouth gets dry,
Fancy people go driftin' by.
The moment of truth is right at hand,
Just one more nightmare you can stand.

See the man with the stage fright
Just standin' up there to give it all his might.
And he got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again, hmm hmm,
You wanna try it once again, hmm hmm,
Please don't make him stop, hmm hmm,
Let him take it from the top, hmm hmm,
Let him start all over again.

STEALIN'
(from "The Minnesota Tapes")
Well put your arms around me like a circle in the sun
Stay with me baby like my easy ridin' done.
If you don't think i love you, look what a fool i've been
If you don't think i'm sinkin', look what a hole i'm in
I'm stealin', stealin'
Pretty mama don't you tell on me
I'm stealin' back to my good ol' used to be.

Well the woman i love she's about my size
She's a married woman, comes to see me sometime.
If you don't think i love you, look what a fool i've been
If you don't think i'm sinkin', look what a hole i'm in
I'm stealin', stealin'
Pretty mama don't you tell on me
I'm stealin' back to my good ol' used to be.

Well the woman i love she's so far away
The woman i hate, i see her every day.
If you don't think i love you, look what a fool i've been
If you don't think i'm sinkin', look what a hole i'm in
I'm sinkin', stealin'
Pretty mama don't you tell on me
I'm stealin' back to my good ol' used to be.