1. Dignity
2. Dignity (Piano Demo)
3. Dink’s Song
4. Dreamin’ Of You
5. Dusty Old Fairgrounds
6. Endless Highway
7. Eternal Circle
8. Farewell
9. Farewell Angelina
10. Foot Of Pride
11. Folsom Prison Blues
12. George Jackson
13. Get Your Rocks Off
14. Golden Loom
15. Gonna Change My Way Of Thinking (Alternate Version)
16. Grand Coulee Damm
DIGNITY
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.8")
Fat man lookin’ in a fferris wheel
Yellow man lookin’ in his last meal
Hollow man lookin’ in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin’ in a blade of grass
Young man lookin’ in the days that pass
Poor man lookin’ through painted glass
For dignity
Dignity is a woman that knows
Dignity moves like a tropical wind that blows
Into the cities, into the towns
Into the land of the midnight sun.
I'm searching high, i'm searching low
Searchin' everywhere i know
Askin' the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?
Drunk man listens to a voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered-up mirrors
Looking into the lost, forgotten years
For dignity.
Don Juan was talkin' to Don Miguel
Standing outside of the gates of hell
There ain't nothing to say, it ain't nothing to tell
'Bout dignity.
Dignity is a woman unspoiled
By fame and greed and snakes that are coiled
In the damp woods, on the river's edge
Near the green, green grass of home.
Pull into the platform, step off the train
Walk thirty steps, it begins to rain
I'm askin' somebody with water on his brain
Have you seen dignity?
Cities in a mess of jackhammer beats
Buses roll by with burned out seats
A child's eyes look through the creeping streets
For dignity.
Prince Phillip was talkin' to Miss Mary Lou
She said don't let nobody see me talking to you
She's afraid to tell him what she knew
About dignity.
Dignity is a woman that's light
She don't tease, she don't travel at night
Dignity is a woman that bleeds
Like the hot egyptian sun.
I'm lookin' east, lookin' west
See people cursed, see people blessed
Askin' everybody like a man possessed
Have you seen dignity?
Blind man breakin' out of a trance
Puts both of his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin' to find one circumstance
Of dignity.
Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity.
Somebody showed me a picture and i just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
Dignity got no startin' point
No beginnin', no middle, no end.
Looking at a glass that's half-filled
Looking at a dream that's just been killed
Askin' everybody that's strong-willed
Have you seen dignity?
DIGNITY (PIANO DEMO)
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.8")
Fat man lookin' in a shinning steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cotton field
For dignity.
Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity.
Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve
Somebody said dignity was the lasy to leave
Went into the cities, went into the towns
To the land of the midnight sun
Searchin’ high, searchin’ low
Searchin’ everywhere I know
Askin’ the cops wherever I go
“Have you seen dignity?”
Blind man breakin’ down of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin’ to find one circumstance
Of dignity
Stranger stares down into the light
From a platinum window in the mexican night
Searchin’ every blood suckin’ thin in sight
For dignity
I went down where the vultures feed
Would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
It all sounded no difference to me
Soul of a nation is under the knife
Death is standin’ in the doorway of life
In a next room a man fightin’ with his wife
Over dignity
DINK'S SONG
(from "The Bootleg Series, Vol.7")
If I had wings
Like Noah’s dove
I’d fly the river
To the one I love
Fare thee well, my honey
Fare thee well
I had a man
Who was long and tall
Moved his body
Like a cannonball
Fare thee well, my honey
Fare thee well
‘Member one evening
It was drizzling rain
And in my heart
I felt an aching pain
Fare thee well, my honey
Fare thee well
Once I wore
My apron low
Been a-keep you
Away from my door
Fare thee well, my honey
Fare thee well
Now my apron
Is up to my chin
You pass my door
But you never come in
Fare thee well, my honey
Fare thee well
Muddy river
Runs muddy and wild
You can’t care the bloody
For my unborn child
Fare thee well, well, my honey
Fare thee well
Number 9 train
Ain’t done no harm
Number 9 train
Take my poor baby home
Fare thee well, my honey
Fare thee well
Fastest man
I ever saw
Skid Missouri
On the way to Arkansas
Fare thee well, my honey
Fare thee well
DREAMIN' OF YOU
(from "The Bootleg Series, Vol.8")
The light in this place is really bad
Like being at the bottom of a stream
Any minute now
I’m expecting to wake up from a dream
Miss so much, the softest touch
By the grave of some child, who neither wept or smiled
I’m hiding my faith in the blame
I’ve been dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do
And it’s driving me insane
Somewhere dawn is breaking
Light is streaking ‘cross the floor
Church bells are ringing
I wonder who they’re ringing for
Travel under any star
You’ll see me wherever you are
The shadowy past is awake and so vast
I’m sleeping in the palace of pain
I’ve been dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do
But it’s driving me insane
Maybe they’ll get me, maybe they won’t
But whatever it won’t be tonight
I wish your hand was in mine right now
We could go where the moon is white
For years they had me locked in a cage
Then they threw me onto the stage
Some things just last longer than you thought they would
And they never, ever explain
I’ve been dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do
And it’s driving me insane
Well, I eat when I’m hungry, drink when I’m dry
Live my life on the square
Even if the flesh falls off my face
It won’t matter, long as you’re there
Feel like a ghost in love
Underneath the heavens above
Feel further away than I ever did before
Feel further than I can take
Dreamin’ of you is all I do
But it’s driving me insane
Everything in the way is so shiny today
A queer and unusual fall
Spirals of golden haze, here and there in a blaze
Like beams of light in the storm
Maybe you were here and maybe you weren’t
Maybe you touched somebody and got burnt
The silent sun has got me on the run
Burning a hole in my brain
I’m dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do
But it’s driving me insane
DUSTY OLD FAIRGROUNDS
(from "1963 In Concert- The Unreleased CBS Album")
Well, it’s all up from Florida at the start of the spring
The trucks and the trailers will be winding
Like a bullet we’ll shoot for the carnival route
We’re following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling
From the Michigan mud past the Wisconsin sun
’Cross that Minnesota border, keep ’em scrambling
Through the clear county lakes and the lumberjack lands
We’re following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling
Hit Fargo on the jump and down to Aberdeen
’Cross them old Black Hills, keep ’em rolling
Through the cow country towns and the sands of old Montana
We’re following them fairgrounds a-calling
As the white line on the highway sails under your wheels
I’ve gazed from the trailer window laughing
Oh, our clothes they was torn but the colors they was bright
Following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling
It’s a-many a friend that follows the bend
The jugglers, the hustlers, the gamblers
Well, I’ve spent my time with the fortune-telling kind
Following them fairgrounds a-calling
Oh, it’s pound down the rails and it’s tie down the tents
Get that canvas flag a-flying
Well, let the caterpillars spin, let the Ferris wheel wind
Following them fairgrounds a-calling
Well, it’s roll into town straight to the fairgrounds
Just behind the posters that are hanging
And it’s fill up every space with a different kind of face
Following them fairgrounds a-calling
Get the dancing girls in front, get the gambling show behind
Hear that old music box a-banging
Hear them kids, faces, smiles, up and down the midway aisles
We’re following them fairgrounds a-calling
It’s a-drag it on down by the deadline in the town
Hit the old highway by the morning
And it’s ride yourself blind for the next town on time
Following them fairgrounds a-calling
As the harmonicas whined in the lonesome nighttime
Drinking red wine as we’re rolling
Many a turnin’ I turn, many a lesson I learn
From following them fairgrounds a-calling
And it’s roll back down to St. Petersburg
Tie down the trailers and camp ’em
And the money that we made will pay for the space
From following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling
ENDLESS HIGHWAY
(from "Before the Flood")
Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket,
Never let it slip away.
Always be a man, not a boy gone astray.
When ya get half crazy from the August heat
Or on a frozen, rotted road
With no one to complain to about your achin' feet.
You're gonna walk that endless highway,
Walk that highway till you die.
All you children goin' my way,
Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye.
When I see a detour up ahead,
Well, I leave it far behind,
Who knows what you're apt to find there.
With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin',
Well it looks like to me this time I wont be buyin'
You're gonna walk that endless highway,
Walk that highway till you die
All you children goin' my way,
Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye.
When they get a scapegoat by the throat,
it's hard labour and cold beans
If ya get away real quick,
You'll be eatin from the poison peanut machine
Well, I sing by night, wander by day
I'm on the road and it looks like I'm here to stay.
You're gonna walk that endless highway, endless highway
Walk that highway till you die
All you children goin' my way, goin’ highway
Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye.
ETERNAL CIRCLE
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.2")
I sang the song slowly as she stood in the shadows
She stepped to the light as my silver strings spun
She called with her eyes to the tune I’s a-playin’
But the song it was long and I’d only begun
Through a bullet of light her face was reflectin’
The fast fading words that rolled from my tongue
With a long-distance look her eyes was on fire
But the song it was long and there was more to be sung
My eyes danced a circle across her clear outline
With her head tilted sideways she called me again
As the tune drifted out she breathed hard through the echo
But the song it was long and it was far to the end
I glanced at my guitar and played it pretendin’
That of all the eyes out there I could see none
As her thoughts pounded hard like the pierce of an arrow
But the song it was long and it had to get done
As the tune finally folded I laid down the guitar
Then looked for the girl who’d stayed for so long
But her shadow was missin’ for all of my searchin’
So I picked up my guitar and began the next song
FAREWELL
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.9")
Oh, I’m saying on it’s fare thee well my darlin’ true
I’m leavin’ in the first hour of the morn
I’m bound off for the bay of Mexico
Or maybe the coast of Californ
So it’s fare thee well my own true love
We’ll meet another day, another time
It ain’t the leavin’
That’s a-grievin’ me
But my true love who’s bound to stay behind
Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard
And the rain she’s a-turnin’ into hail
I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin’ west
Though I’m travelin’ on a path beaten trail
So it’s fare thee well my own true love
We’ll meet another day, another time
It ain’t the leavin’
That’s a-grievin’ me
But my darling who’s bound to stay behind
I will write you a letters from time to time
As I’m ramblin’ you can travel with me too
With my head, my heart and my hands, my love
I will send what I learn back home to you
So it’s fare thee well my own true love
We’ll meet another day, another time
It ain’t the leavin’
That’s a-grievin’ me
But my true love who’s bound to stay behind
I will tell you of the laughter and of troubles
Be them somebody else’s or my own
With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high
I will travel unnoticed and unknown
So it’s fare thee well my own true love
We’ll meet another day, another time
It ain’t the leavin’
That’s a-grievin’ me
But my true love who’s bound to stay behind
I’ve heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound
It’s down around the old Mexican plains
They say that the people are all friendly there
And all they ask of you is your name
So it’s fare thee well my own true love
We’ll meet another day, another time
It ain’t the leavin’
That’s a-grievin’ me
But my true love who’s bound to stay behind
FAREWELL ANGELINA
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.2")
Farewell Angelina the bells on the crown
Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles and the music plays slow
But farewell Angelina
The night is on fire and I must go
There is no use in talking and there's no need for blame
There is nothing to prove everything still is the same
A table stands empty by the edge of the stream
But farewell Angelina
The sky is changing colors and I must leave
The jacks and the queens they foresake the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies now file past the guard
In the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild
Farewell Angelina
The sky is folding I'll see you after a while
See the crosseyed pirates sit perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans with a sawed off shot gun
And the corporals and the neighbors clap and cheer with each blast
But farewell Angelina
The sky it is trembling and I must leave fast
King Kong, little elves and the roof-tops they dance
Valentino-type tangos while the heroes clean hands
Shut the eyes of the dead not to embarass anyone
Farewell Angelina
The sky is flooding over and I must be gone
The camoflaged parrot he flutters from fear
When something he doesn't know about suddenly appears
What cannot be imitated perfect must die
Farewell Angelina
The sky is flooding over and I must go where it is dry
Machine guns are roaring the puppets heave rocks
At misunderstood visions and at the faces of clocks
Call me any name you like I will never deny it
But farewell Angelina
The sky is errupting and I must go where it is quiet
FOOT OF PRIDE
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.3")
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man
So can a woman who passes herself off as a male
They sang “Danny Boy” at his funeral and the Lord’s Prayer
Preacher talking ’bout Christ betrayed
It’s like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
You know what they say about bein’ nice to the right people on the way up
Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin’ down
Well, there ain’t no goin’ back
When your foot of pride come down
Ain’t no goin’ back
Hear ya got a brother named James, don’t forget faces or names
Sunken cheeks and his blood is mixed
He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine
But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed
Sing me one more song, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger
And your fall-by-the sword love affair with Errol Flynn
In these times of compassion when conformity’s in fashion
Say one more stupid thing to me before the final nail is driven in.
Well, there ain’t no goin’ back
When your foot of pride come down
Ain’t no goin’ back
There’s a retired businessman named Red
Cast down from heaven and he’s out of his head
He feeds off of everyone that he can touch
He said he only deals in cash or sells tickets to a plane crash
Not somebody that you play around with much
Miss Delilah is his, a Phillistine is what she is
She’ll do wondrous works with your fate,
Feed you coconut bread,
Spice buns in bed
If you don’t mind sleepin’ with your head face down in a grave
There ain’t no goin’ back
When your foot of pride come down
Ain’t no goin’ back
Well, they’ll choose a man for you to meet tonight
You’ll play the fool and learn how to walk through doors
How to enter into the gates of paradise, no
How to carry a burden too heavy to be yours
Yeah, from the stage they’ll be tryin’ to get water outa rocks
A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in
Sing “Amazing Grace” all the way to the Swiss banks
There ain’t no goin’ back
When your foot of pride come down
Ain’t no goin’ back
They got some beautiful people out there, man
They can be a terror to your mind and show you how to hold your tongue
They got mystery written all over their forehead
They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young
They don’t believe in mercy
Judgement on them is something that you’ll never see
They can exalt you up or bring you down main route
Turn you into anything that they want you to be
There ain’t no goin’ back
When your foot of pride come down
Ain’t no goin’ back
Yes, I guess I loved him too
I can still see him in my mind climbin’ that hill
Did he make it to the top, well he probably did and dropped
Struck down by the strength of the will
Ain’t nothin’ left here partner,
Just the dust of a plague that has left this whole town afraid
From now on, this’ll be where you’re from
Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come
Let hot iron blow as he raised the shade
Ain’t no goin’ back
When your foot of pride come down
Ain’t no goin’ back
Oh yeah, oh yeah
FOLSOM PRISON BLUES
(Unreleased)
I hear that train a-rolling, it's a-rolling round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stucked in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on
And I hear that whistle blowing all down to San Antone
When I was just a baby my mamma told me: son
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that train a-pulling I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks in their fancy shining cars
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But I keep on keep a-moving, well that's what tortures me
If they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
You bet I moved it on a little further down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
GEORGE JACKSON
(from "Masterpieces")
I woke up this mornin’
There were tears in my bed
They killed a man I really loved
Shot him through the head
Lord, Lord
They cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord
They laid him in the ground
Sent him off to prison
For a seventy-dollar robbery
They closed the door behind him
And they threw away the key
Lord, Lord
They cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord
They laid him in the ground
He wouldn’t take shit from no one
He wouldn’t bow down or kneel
Authorities, they hated him
Because he was just too real
Lord, Lord
They cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord
They laid him in the ground
The prison guards, they watches him
And they cursed him from above
But they were frightened of his power
They were scared of his love.
Lord, Lord,
So they cut George Jackson down.
Lord, Lord,
They laid him in the ground.
Sometimes I think this whole world
Is one big prison yard
Some of us are prisoners
Some of us are guards
Lord, Lord
They cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord
They laid him in the ground
Lord, Lord
They cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord
They laid him in the ground
Lord, Lord
They cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord
They laid him in the ground
GET YOUR ROCKS OFF
(from "The Genuine Basement Tapes, Vol.2")
You know, there's two ol' maids layin' in the bed,
One picked herself up an' the other one, she said:
"Get your rocks off!
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, there late one night up on Blueberry Hill,
One man turned to the other man and said, with a blood-curdlin' chill, he said:
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, we was layin' down around Mink Muscle Creek,
One man said to the other man, he began to speak, he said:
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, we was cruisin' down the highway in a Greyhound bus
All kinds-a children in the side road, they was hollerin' at us, sayin':
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me!"
GOLDEN LOOM
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.3")
Smoky autumn night, stars up in the sky
I see the sailin’ boats across the bay go by
Eucalyptus trees hang above the street
And then I turn my head, for you’re approachin’ me
Moonlight on the water, fisherman’s daughter, floatin’ into my room
With a golden loom
First we wash our feet near the immortal shrine
And then our shadows meet and then we drink the wine
I see the hungry clouds up above your face
And then the tears roll down, what a bitter taste
And then you drift away on a summer’s day where the wildflowers bloom
With your golden loom
I walk across the bridge in the dismal light
Where all the cars are stripped between the gates of night
I see the trembling lion with the lotus flower tail
And then I kiss your lips as I lift your veil
But you’re gone and then all I seem to recall is the smell of perfume
And your golden loom
GONNA CHANGE MY WAY OF THINKING (ALTERNATE VERSION)
Change my way of thinking, make myself a different set of rules
Change my way of thinking, make myself a different set of rules
Put my best foot forward, stop being influenced by fools
I'm sittin' at the welcome table, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse
I'm sittin' at the welcome table, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse
I'm gonna revitalize my thinking, I'm gonna let the law take it's course
Jesus is calling, He's coming back to gather up his jewels
Jesus is calling, He's coming back to gather up his jewels
We living by the golden rule, whoever got the gold rules
The sun is shining, ain't but one train on this track
The sun is shining, ain't but one train on this track
I'm stepping out of the dark woods, I'm jumping on the monkey's back
I'm all dressed up, I'm going to the county dance
I'm all dressed up, I'm going to the county dance
Every day you got to pray for guidance
Every day you got to give yourself a chance
Storms are on the ocean, storms on the mountain, too
Storms are on the ocean, storms on the mountain, too
Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you
Change my way of thinking, make myself a different set of rules
Change my way of thinking, make myself a different set of rules
Put my best foot forward, stop being influenced by fools
GRAND COULEE DAM
(from "Live 1961-2000")
Well the world owns seven wonders as the travellers always tell.
Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well.
But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land.
That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee Dam.
She come up the Canadian Rockies where the crystal waters glide,
Comes a-roaring down the canyon to meet that salty tide
From the great Pacific Ocean to where the sun sets in the west,
That big Grand Coulee country in that land I love the best.
Well, in the misty glitter of that wild and windward spray,
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave.
Once she tore men's boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream,
That day that Coulee dam went across that wild and restless stream.
Oh Uncle Sam took up the notion in the year of thirty three,
For the factory and the farmer and for all of you and me.
He said: roll it on Columbia, you can roll out to the sea
But river, while you're rolling you can do some work for me.
Now from Washington and Oregon you can hear them factories a-hum,
Making corn and making manganese and light aluminum.
Always a flying fortress to blast for Uncle Sam,
That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee dam.
Well the world owns seven wonders as the travellers always tell.
Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well.
But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land.
That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee Dam
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