1. Abandoned Love
2. Ain’t No Man Righteous (No Not One
3. All Over You
4. Angelina
5. Annie's Going To Sing Her Song
6. Baby, I’m In The Mood For You
7. Ballad Of Donald White
8. Ballad Of The Hand (It’s Hell Time Man!)
9. Blind Willie McTell
10. Bob Dylan’s New Orleans Rag
11. Bring Me A Little Water
12. California
13. Call Letter Blues
14. Can’t Escape From You
15. Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?
16. Caribbean Wind
17. Catfish
18. Cocaine Blues
19. Coming From The Heart (The Road Is Long)
20. Cross The Green Mountain
ABANDONED LOVE
(from "Biograph")
My heart is telling me, I love you still
I can see the turning of the key
I’ve been deceived by the clown inside of me
I thought that he was righteous but he’s vain
Oh, something’s telling me I wear the ball and chain
My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He’s always off somewhere when I need him most
The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
But my heart is tellin’ me I love ya still
I come back to the town from the flaming moon
I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon
I love to see you dress before the mirror
Won’t you let me in your room one time ’fore I finally disappear?
Everybody’s wearing a disguise
To hide what they’ve got left behind their eyes
But me, I can’t cover what I am
Wherever the children go I’ll follow them
I march in the parade of liberty
But as long as I love you I’m not free
How long must I suffer such abuse
Won’t you let me see you smile before I turn you loose?
I’ve given up the game, I’ve got to leave
The pot of gold is only make-believe
The treasure can’t be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed
I asked ya please to cross me off your list
My head tells me it’s time to make a change
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you’re strange
One more time at midnight, near the wall
Take off your heavy makeup and your shawl
Won’t you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it
AIN'T NO MAN RIGHTEOUS (NO NOT ONE)
(Unreleased)
When a man he serves the Lord, it makes his life worthwhile
It don't matter 'bout his position, it don't matter 'bout his lifestyle
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
And there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood
He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good
Some like to worship on the moon, others are worshipping the sun
And there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Look around, ya see so many social hypocrites
Like to make rules for others while they do just the opposite.
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag
Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag
In a city of darkness there's no need of the sun
And there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame
I never did see no fire that could put out a flame
Pull your hat down, baby, pull the wool down over your eyes,
Keep a-talking, baby, 'til you run right out of alibis
Someday you'll account for all the deeds that you done
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
God got the power, man has got his vanity,
Man gotta choose before God can set him free
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
When I'm gone don't wonder where I be
Just say that I trusted in God and that Christ was in me
Say He defeated the devil, He was God's chosen Son
And that there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
ALL OVER YOU
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.9")
Well, if I had to do it all over again
Babe, I’d do it all over you
And if I had to wait for ten thousand years
Babe, I’d even do that too
Well, a dog’s got his bone in the alley
A cat, she’s got nine lives
A millionaire’s got a million dollars
King Saud’s got four hundred wives
Well, ev’rybody’s got somethin’
That they’re lookin’ forward to
I’m lookin’ forward to when I can do it all again
And babe, I’ll do it all over you
Well, if I had my way tomorrow or today
Babe, I’d run circles all around
I’d jump up in the wind, do a somersault and spin
I’d even dance a jig on the ground
Well, everybody gets their hour
Everybody gets their time
Little David when he picked up his pebbles
Even Sampson after he went blind
Well, everybody gets the chance
To do what they want to do
When my time arrives you better run for your life
’Cause babe, I’ll do it all over you
Well, I don’t need no money, I just need a day that’s sunny
Baby, and my days are gonna come
And I grab me a pint, you know that I’m a giant
When you hear me yellin’, “Fee-fi-fo-fum”
Well, you cut me like a jigsaw puzzle
You made me to a walkin’ wreck
Then you pushed my heart through my backbone
And you knocked off my head from my neck
Well, if I’m ever standin’ steady
A-doin’ what I want to do
Well, I tell you little lover that you better run for cover
’Cause babe, I’ll do it all over you
I’m just restin’ at your gate so that I won’t be late
And, momma, I’m a-just sittin’ on the shelf
Look out your window fair and you’ll see me squattin’ there
Just a-fumblin’ and a-mumblin’ to myself
Well, after my cigarette’s been smoked up
After all my liquor’s been drunk
After my dreams are dreamed out
After all my thoughts have been thunk
Well, after I do some of these things
I’m gonna do what I have to do
And I tell you on the side, that you better run and hide
’Cause babe, I’ll do it all over you
ANGELINA
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.3")
Well, it’s always been my nature to take chances
My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
Where the current is strong and the monkey dances
To the tune of a concertina
Blood dryin’ in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore
I know what it is that has drawn me to your door
But whatever could it be, makes you think you’ve seen me before
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
His eyes were two slits making a snake proud
With a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowd
Worshipping a god with the body of a woman well endowed
And the head of a hyena
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
No, I have heard nothing about the man that you seek
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed
I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road
With your subpoena
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame
I’ve tried my best to love you but I cannot play this game
Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
There’s a black Mercedes rollin’ through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead, you’re down to the bone
Tell me, tall men, where would you like to be overthrown
In Jerusalem or Argentina?
She was stolen from my mother when she was three days old
Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been sold
He’s surrounded by God’s angels and she’s wearin’ a blindfold
But so are you,
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
I see pieces of men marching, trying to take heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse
In God’s truth name tell me what you want and you’ll have it of course
Just step into the arena
Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases
Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four faces
Begging God for mercy and weepin’ in unholy places
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina..
ANNIE'S GOING TO SING HER SONG
(From "The Bootleg Series Vol.10")
What's your hurry? Just watch this
This is one you mustn't miss
Annie's going to sing her song
Called "Take Me Back Again."
A drink for me, a drink for you
You're going to need a drink or two
Annie's going to sing her song
Called "Take Me Back Again."
You never heard it sung before
I hear it twice a month or more
Complete with tears and sheepish grins
It only lacks the violins.
The tune goes flat from time to time
The lyric sometimes it fails to rhyme
But Annie's going to sing her song
Called "Take Me Back Again."
Sometimes it lasts the whole night long
Depends on how long she's been gone
I sit and look as hard as nails
She knows the damn thing never fails
Take the bottle, fill your cup
Don't miss the part where I fold up
Annie's going to sing her song
Called "Take Me Back Again."BABY, I'M IN THE MOOD FOR YOU
(from "Biograph")
Sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna milk my milk cow low
Sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home
And sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hit that highway road
But then again and then again, I said oh, oh, oh
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Sometimes I’m in the mood, I’m gonna turn my back to the wall
And sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna live in my pony’s stall
And sometimes I’m in the mood, I ain’t gonna do nothin’ at all
But then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said oh
I said oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna change my house around
And sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna change things in the town
And sometimes I’m in the mood, I’m wanna change the whole world around
But then again, I think again and the world, I said oh
I said, oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Sometimes I’m in the mood, I gonna give away all my sins
And sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna walk the road again
And sometimes I’m in the mood and I’m bound to loose again
But then again, I said again, I said oh
Oh babe, sometimes I’m in the mood for you
I said oh, oh, oh, oh
I said, oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
I said, oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
BALLAD OF DONALD WHITE
(from "Best of Bradside")
My name is Donald White, you see, I stand before you all
I was judged by you a murderer, the hangman’s knot must fall
I will die upon the gallows pole when the moon is bright and clear
And these are my final words that you will ever hear
If I had some education to give me a decent start
I might have been a doctor or a master in the arts
But I used my hands for stealing when I was very young
And they locked me down in jailhouse cells, that’s how my life begun
Oh, the inmates and the prisoners I found they were my kind
It was there inside the bars I found my peace of mind
But the jails they were too crowded, Institutions overflowed
So they set me loose to walk upon life’s hurried tangled road
And there’s danger on the ocean where the salt sea waves split high
And there’s danger on the battlefield where the shells of bullets fly
And there’s danger in this open world where man fight to be free
And for me the greatest danger was in society
So I asked them to send me back to the institution home
But they said they were too crowded, for me they had no room
I got down on my knees and begged, “Oh, please put me away”
But they would not listen to my plea or nothing I would say
And so it was on Christmas Eve in the year of ’59
It was on that night I killed a man I did not try to hide
The jury found me guilty and I don’t disagree
For I knew what would happen if I wasn’t put away
But I’m glad I’ve had no parents to care for me and cry
For now they will never know the horrible death that I die
And I’m also glad I’ve had no friends to see me in disgrace
For they’ll never see that hangman’s hood wrap around my face
Farewell to the old north woods which I used to roam
Farewell to the crowded bars which have been my home
Farewell to all you people that think the worst of me
I guess you’ll feel much better when I’m on that hanging tree
But there’s just one more question before they kill me dead
I’m wondering just how much to you I really said
Concerning all the boys that walk a road just like me
Are they enemies or victims of your society?
BAND OF THE HAND (IT'S HELL TIME MAN!)
(from the single with The Heartbreakers 1986)
It's hell time man! It's hell time man!
It's hell time man! It's hell time man!
Down these streets the fools rule
There’s no freedom or self respect
A knife’s point or a trip to the joint
Is about all you can expect
They kill people here who stand up for their rights
The system’s just too damned corrupt
It’s always the same, the name of the game
Is who do you know higher up
It's hell time man! It's hell time man!
It's hell time man! It's hell time man!
The blacks and the whites
Steal the other kids’ lives
Wealth is a filthy rag
So erotic so unpatriotic
So wrapped up in the American flag
The witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb
Turns children into crooks and slaves
Whose heroes and healers are real stoned dealers
Who should be put in their graves
It's hell time man! It's hell time man!
It's hell time man! It's hell time man!
Listen to me Mr. Pusherman
This might be your last night in a bed so soft
There are pimps on the make, politicians on the take
You can’t pay us off
We’re gonna blow up your home of Voodoo
And watch it burn without any regret
We got the power, we’re the new government
You just don’t know it yet
Help me now!
It's hell time man! It's hell time man!
For all of my brothers from Vietnam
And my uncles from World War II
I’d like to say that it’s countdown time now
We gonna do what the law should do
And for you pretty baby
I know you’ve seen it all
I know your story is too painful to share
One day though you’ll be talking in your sleep
And when you do, I wanna be there
It's hell time man! It's hell time man!
Band of the hand, It's hell time man!
Band of the hand, It's hell time man!
BLIND WILLIE MCTELL
(from "The Bootleg Series, Vol.3")
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, “This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem”
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, I heard that hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
Hear that undertaker’s bell
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
There’s a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He’s dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There’s a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, God is in His heaven
And we all want what’s his
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I’m gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
BOB DYLAN'S NEW ORLEANS RAG
(Unreleased)
I was sittin’ on a stump down in New Orleans
I was feelin’ kinda low down, dirty and mean
Along came a fella and he didn’t even ask
He says, “I know of a woman who can fix you up fast”
I didn’t think twice I said like I should
“Let’s go find this lady who can do me some good”
We walked across Rampart on a sailin’ spree
And we came to a door called one-oh-three
I’s just about ready to give my little knock
When out comes a fella who couldn’t even walk
He’s linkin’ and a-slinkin’ couldn’t stand on his feet
And he moaned and he groaned and he shuffled down the street
Well, out of the door there comes another man
He wiggled and he wobbled, he couldn’t hardly stand
He had this fistfightin’ look in his eyes
Like he just fought a bear, he was ready to die
Well, I peeked through the key crack comin’ down the hall
Was a long-legged man who could hardly crawl
He muttered and he uttered in broken french
And he looked like he’d been through a monkey wrench
Well, by this time I was scared to knock
I was scared to move, I’s in a state of shock
I hummed a little tune and I shuffled my feet
And I started walkin’ backwards down Rampard street
Well, I got to the corner I tried my best to smile
I turned around the corner and I ran a bloody mile
Man, I was runnin’ ’cause I was sick
I’s just a-runnin’ to get out of there quick
Well, I tripped right along and I’m a-wheezin’ in my chest
I musta run a mile in a minute or less
I walked on a log and I tripped on a stump
I caught a fast freight train with a one-arm jump
So, if you’re travelin’ down Louisiana way
And you need feel kinda lonesome and you need a place to stay
Man, you’re better off in your misery
Than to tackle that lady at one-oh-three
BRING ME A LITTLE WATER
(From "The Bootleg Series Vol.10")
Sylvie's a good old girl,
from Florida so they say
She came up here last April
to pass some time away
Now won't you bring me a little water, Sylvie
bring me a little water now
bring me a little water, Sylvie
For my tired brow
Sylvie came here wednesday,
she came this morning by the light of the dawn
She comes up here now nearly all of the time
to see what she can carry on
Now won't you bring me a little water, Sylvie
Bring me a little water now
Bring me a little water, Sylvie
For my tired brow
Sylvie says she loves me,
she says it all of the time
She always gets behind me
when the hill is too high to climb
Yeah now, bring me a little water, Sylvie
Bring me a little water now
Bring me a little water, Sylvie
For my tired brow
She brings beer and honey,
brings me slop and beans
Brings me coconuts and candy,
brings me turnip greens
Bring me a little water, Sylvie
Bring me a little water now
Bring me a little water, Sylvie
For my tired brow
For my tired brow
Oh, for my tired browCALIFORNIA
(from "NCIS: The Official TV Soundtrack , Vol.2")
I'm goin' down south,
'Neath the borderline.
I'm goin' down south,
'Neath the borderline.
Some fat momma
Kissed my mouth one time.
Well, I needed it this morning
Without a shadow of doubt.
I needed this morning
Without a shadow of doubt
My suitcase is packed,
My clothes are hangin' out.
San Francisco's fine,
You sure get lots of sun
San Francisco is fine.
You sure get lots of sun
But I'm used to four seasons,
California's got but one
Well, I got my dark sunglasses,
I got for good luck my black tooth.
I got my dark sunglasses,
And for good luck I got my black tooth.
Don't ask me nothin' about nothin',
I just might tell you the truth.
CALL LETTER BLUES
(from "The Bootleg Series, Vol.2")
Well, I walked all night long
Hearin’ ‘em church bells tone
Yes, I walked all night long
Listenin’ to them church bells tone
Either someone needing mercy
Or maybe something I’ve done wrong
Well, your friends come by for you
I don’t know what to say
Well, your friends come by for you
I don’t know what to say
I just ain’t can’t face to tell ’em
Honey you just went away
Well, children cry for mother
I tell them, “Mother took a trip”
Well, children cry for mother
I tell them, “Mother took a trip”
Well, I walk on pins and needles
I hope my tongue don’t slip
Well, I gaze at passing strangers
In case I might see you
Yes, I gaze at passing strangers
In case I might see you
But the sun goes around the heavens
And another day just drives on through
Way out in the distance
I know you're with some other man
Way out in the distance
I know you're with some other man
But that's alright, baby
You know I always understand
Call girls in the doorway
All giving me the eye
Call girls in the doorway
All giving me the eye
But my heart's just not in it
I might as well pass right on by
My ears are ringin'
Ringin' like empty shells
My ears are ringin'
Ringin' like empty shells
Well, it can't be no guitar player
It must be convent bells
CAN'T ESCAPE FROM YOU
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.8")
On the evening train’s rolling
All along the homeward way
All my hopes won't arise
All my dreams are gone dead
The hillside dark is shaded
Stars fall from above
All the joys of earth have faded
The night's untouched my love
I'll be here til tomorrow
Beneath a shroud of grey
I' pretend I'm free of sorrow
My heart is miles away
The death bells are ringing
My train is overdue
To your memory, I'm clinging
I can't escape from you
Well I hear the sound of thunder
Roaring loud and long
Sometimes you got to wonder
God knows I've done no wrong
I have wasted all your power
You threw out the Christmas pie
Now you're withering like a flower
You’ll play the fool and die
I'm neitherer sad nor sorry
I'm all dressed up in black
I fought for fame and glory
You tried to break my back
In the followed sweet forever
The sunshine peaking through
We should've walked together
I can't escape from you
I cannot blast the shadows
That gather near the door
The rain fall round my window
I wish I'd seen you more
The path is ever-winding
The stars, they never age
The morning light is blinding
All the world's a stage
Should be the time of gladness
Empty faces everywhere
The mystery of madness
Is propagating in the air
I don't like this city
Not like some folks do
Isn't it a pity
I can't escape from you
We ploughed the fields of heaven
Right down to the end
I hope I can be forgiven
If any words of mine offend
All our days were splendid
They were simple, they were plain
It never should've ended
I should've kissed you in the rain
I been thinking things all over
All the moments full of grace
The primrose and the clover
Your ever-changing face
Can't help looking at you
You made love with god knows who
Never found a gal to match you
I can't escape from you
CAN YOU PLEASE CRAWL OUT YOUR WINDOW?
(from "Biograph")
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can’t answer him back
You know that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it’s to say
That he needs you to test his inventions
Hey come crawl out your window
Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it
Hey please crawl out your window
Oh, use your hands and legs it won’t ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
As you sit on the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little tin women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Oh, out the dark is just beginning
Hey please crawl out your window
Oh use your hands and legs it won’t ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
When you can go back to him any time as you want to
You got a lot of them say, you are my friend
If you want to come out your window
Yes come out your window
Oh Mike
CARIBBEAN WIND
(from "Biograph")
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross.
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.
Told her about Jesus, told her about the rain,
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By the man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously.
Was she a child or an angel? Did we go too far?
Did we snap at the bait? Did we follow a star?
Through a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot reach?
Could I've been used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
When men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech.
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Sea breeze blowin', there's a hellhound loose,
Arabian men who have escaped from the noose,
Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the night to arivee.
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there
He was goin' down slow, just barely staying alive.
The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head,
Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed,
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee."
We met at the station where the mission bells ring,
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree."
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames on the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying "Daddy", I always think it's for me,
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call.
Every new messenger bringing evil report
'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the wall.
Did you ever have a dream that you couldn't explain?
Ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain?
She had lone brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone.
I see the screws breaking loose, see the devil pounding on tin,
I see a house in the country being torn from within.
I can hear my ancestors calling from the land from beyond.
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
CATFISH
(from "The Bootleg Series, Vol.3")
Lazy stadium night
Catfish on the mound
“Strike three,” the umpire said
Batter have to go back and sit down
Catfish, million-dollar-man
Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can
Used to work on Mr. Finley’s farm
But the old man wouldn’t pay
So he packed his glove and took his arm
And one day he just ran away
Catfish, million-dollar-man
Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can
Come up where the Yankees are
Dress up in a pinstripe suit
Smoke a custom-made cigar
Wear an alligator boot
Catfish, million-dollar-man
Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can
COCAINE BLUES
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.8")
Every time my baby and me we go uptown,
Police come in and knock me down.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Hey baby, better come here quick,
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Yonder come my baby, she's dressed in red,
She's got a shot-gun, says she's gonna kill me dead.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Hey baby, better come here quick,
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Early one morning, half past four
Cocaine come knockin’ on my door
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, you better, better come here quick,
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Cocaine's for horses and it's not for men,
Doctor said it kill you, but he don’t say when.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Hey baby, you better come here quick,
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
COMING FROM THE HEART (THE ROAD IS LONG)
(Unreleased)
We have got to come together
How long can we stay apart?
You may get it maybe never
But it's coming from the heart.
Your life is full of indecision
You can't make up your mind.
We must get it in position
And move it on down the line.
'Cause the road is long, it's a long hard climb
I been on that road too long of a time
Yes the road is long, and it winds and winds
When I think of the love that I left behind.
Make me up a bed of roses
And hang them down from the vine
Of all my loves you've been the closest
That's ever been on my mind.
Please don't talk about tomorrow
I'm really not one to care
This world is filled with too much sorrow
That nobody's heart should bear.
'Cause the road is long, it's a long hard climb
I been on that road too long of a time
Yes the road is long, and it winds and winds
When I think of the love that I left behind.
Please, please give me indication
Stop and talk to me
Like a river that is flowing
My love will never cease to be.
You will always be my honey
No one could take your part
Our love can't be bought with money
'Cause it's coming from the heart.
'Cause the road is long, it's a long hard climb
I been on that road too long of a time
Yes the road is long, and it winds and winds
When I think of the love that I left behind.
CROSS THE GREEN MOUNTAIN
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.8")
I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamt a monsterous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept through the land of
The rich and the free
I look into the eyes
of my merciful friend
And then I ask myself
Is this the end?
Memories linger
Sad yet sweet
And I think of the souls in heaven who will be
Alters are burning
The flames far and wide
the fool has crossed over
from the other side
They tip their caps
from the top of the hill
You can feel them come
All brave blood do spill
Along the dim
Atlantic line
The rapper's land
lasts for miles behind
the lights coming foreward
and the streets are broad
all must yield
To the avenging God
The world is old
The world is great
Lessons of life
Can't be learned in a day
I watch and I wait
And I listen while I stand
To the music that comes
from a far better land
Close the eyes
of our Captain
Peace may he know
His long night is done
The great leader is laid low
He was ready to fall
He was quick to defend
Killed outright he was
by his own men
It's the last day's last hour
of the last happy year
I feel that the unknown
The world is so dear
Pride will vanish
And glory will rot
But virtue lives
and cannot be forgot
The bells
of evening have rung
there's blasphemy
on the end of the tongue
Let them say that I walked
in fair nature's light
And that I was loyal
to truth and to right
Serve God and meet your full
Look upward beyond
Beyond the darkness that masks
the surprises of dawn
In the deep green grasses
and the blood stained woods
They never dreamed of surrendering
They fell where they stood
Stars fell over Alabama
And I saw each star
You're walking in dreams
Whoever you are
Chilled as the skies
Keen as the frost
And the ground's froze hard
And the morning is lost
A letter to mother
came today
Gunshot wound to the breast
is what it did say
But he'll be better soon
He's in a hospital bed
But he'll never be better
He's already dead
I'm ten miles outside the city
And I'm lifted away
In an ancient light
That is not of day
They were calm they were gloomed
We knew them all too well
We loved eachother more than
we ever dared to tell
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