1. Handsome Molly
2. Hard Times In New York Town
3. Heartland
4. Hero Blues
5. He Was A Friend Of Mine
6. House Carpenter
7. Huck’s Tune
8. If You Gotta Go, Go Now
9. I’ll Keep It With Mine
10. I’m Not There
11. I Shall Be Released
12. I Wanna Be Your Lover
13. I Was Young When I Left Home
14. Jet Pilot
15. John Brown
16. Kingsport Town
HANDSOME MOLLY
(from "Live 1961-2000")
Well, I wish I was in London,
Or some other seaport town
I'd put my foot on a steamboat
I'd sail the ocean 'round.
While sailing 'round the ocean,
While sailing 'round the sea
I'd think of handsome Molly
Wherever she might be.
Don't you remember, Molly
You gave me your right hand?
You said whenever you'd marry
I would be the man.
But you broke your promise
Go with whom you please
My poor heart is aching
You are at your ease.
I went to church last Sunday
Molly came ridin' by
I could tell her mind was changin'
By the rovin' of her eye.
I go down to the river
Though everyone's asleep
I think of handsome Molly
An' I begin to weep.
So I wish I was in London,
Or some other seaport town
I'd put my foot on a steamboat
I'd sail the ocean 'round.
HARD TIMES IN NEW YORK TOWN
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song
Sing it to you right, but you might think it’s wrong
Just a little glimpse of a story I’ll tell
’Bout an East Coast city that you all know well
It’s hard times in the country
Livin’ down in New York town
Old New York City is a friendly old town
From Washington Heights to Harlem on down
There’s a-mighty many people and their millin’ all around
They’ll kick you when you’re up and knock you when you’re down
It’s hard times in the country
Livin’ down in New York town
Well, the weekend is strong and the rich and the poor
Get there together in roof an' no more
Crowdin' up 'bove and crowdin' down below
And someone disappears, you never even know
And it's hard times from the country,
Livin' down in New York town
It’s a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate
To Rockefeller Plaza ’n’ the Empire State.
Mister Empire sits up as high as a bird
And old Mister Rockfeller never says a word
It’s hard times from the country
Livin’ down in New York town
Well, it’s up in the mornin’ tryin’ to find a job of work
Stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt
If you got a lot o’ money you can make yourself merry
If you only got a nickel, it’s the Staten Island Ferry
And it’s hard times in the country
Livin’ down in New York town
Mister Hudson come a-sailin’ down the stream
And old Minuet Mister paid for his dream
Bought your city on a one-way track
If I had my way I’d sell it right back
It’s hard times in the country
Livin’ down in New York town
I’ll take all the smog in California
And every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains
And the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines
It’s all much cleaner than the New York kind
It’s hard times in the country
Livin’ down in New York town
So all you newsy people, spread the news around
You’ve listen to my story, you’ve listen to my song
You can step on my name, you can try and get me beat
When I leave New York, I’ll be standin’ on my feet
It’s hard times in the country
Livin’ down in New York town
HEARTLAND
(with Willie Nelson in "Across The Borderline")
There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland
And the bankers are taking my home and my land from me
There's a big achin' hole in my chest now where my heart was
And a hole in the sky where God used to be
There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland
There's a well where the water's so bitter nobody can drink
Ain't no way to get high and my mouth is so dry that I can't speak
Don't they know that I'm dyin' why's nobody cryin' for me
My American dream fell apart at the seams
You tell me what it means, you tell me what it means
There's a home place under fire tonight in a heartland
And bankers are taking the homes and the land away
There's a young boy closin' his eyes tonight in a heartland
Who will wake up a man with some land and a loan he can't pay
His American dream fell apart at the seams
You tell me what it means, you tell me what it means
An American dream fell apart at the seams
You tell me what it means, you tell me what it means
There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland
There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland
There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland
There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland
HERO BLUES
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.9")
She wants me to go out
And find somebody to fight
She reads too many books
She got nails inside her head
She reads too many books
She got nails inside her head
Yeah, she will not be satisfied
Until I want them dead
You need a different kinda man, babe
One that can grab and hold your heart
Need a different kind of man, babe
One that can hold and grab your heart
You need a different kind of man,
Then you need Napoleon Bonaparte
Well, when I’m dead
No more good times will I crave
When I’m dead
No more good times will I crave
You can stand and shout hero
All over my lonesome grave
HE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
Every time I think about him now
Lord I just can't keep from cryin'
'Cause he was a friend of mine
He died on the road
He died on the road
He never had enough money
To pay his room or board
And he was a friend of mine
I stole away and cried
I stole away and cried
'Cause I never had too much money
And I never been quite satisfied
And he was a friend of mine
He never done no wrong
He never done no wrong
A thousand miles from home
And he never harmed no one
And he was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
Every time I hear his name
Lord I just can't keep from cryin'
'Cause he was a friend of mine.
HOUSE CARPENTER
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
This a story about a ghost come back from out of the sea.
Come to take his bride away from the house carpenter.
Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met, cried she
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it's all for the love of thee
I could have married a King's daughter there
She would have married me
But I have forsaken my King's daughter there
It's all for the love of thee
Well, if you could have married a King's daughter there
I'm sure you're the one to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
And I'm sure he's a fine young man
Forsake, forsake your house carpenter
And come away with me
I'll take you where the green grass grows
On the shores of sunny Italy
So up she picked her babies three
And gave them kisses, one, two, three
Saying "take good care of your daddy while I'm gone
And keep him good company."
Well, they were sailin' about two weeks
I'm sure it was not three
When the younger of the girls, she came on deck
Sayin' she wants company
"Well, are you weepin' for your house and home?
Or are you weepin' for your babies three?"
"Well, I'm not weepin' for my house carpenter
I'm weepin' for my babies three."
Oh what are those hills yonder, my love
They look as white as snow
Those are the hills of heaven, my love
You and I'll never know
Oh what are those hills yonder, my love
They look as dark as night
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love
Where you and I will unite
Oh, twice around went the gallant ship
I'm sure it was not three
When the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leak
And it drifted to the bottom of the sea
HUCK'S TUNE
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.8")
Well I wandered alone through a desert of stone
And I dreamt of my future wife
My sword's in my hand and I'm next in command
In this version of death called life
My plate and my cup are right straight up
I took a rose from the hand of a child
When I kiss your lips, the honey drips
But I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
Every day we meet on any old street
And you're in your girlish prime
The short and the tall are coming to the ball
I go there all the time
Behind every tree, there's something to see
The river is wider than a mile
I tried you twice, you can't be nice
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
Here come the nurse with money in her purse
Here come the ladies and men
You push it all in and you've no chance to win
You play 'em on down to the end
I'm laying in the sand getting a sunshine tan
Moving along riding in style
From my toes to my head, you knock me dead
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
I count the years and I shed no tears
I'm blinded to what might have been
Nature's voice makes my heart rejoice
Play me the wild song of the wind
I found hopeless love in the room above
When the sun and the weather were mild
You're as fine as wine, I ain't handing you no line
But I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
All the merry little elves can go hang themselves
My faith is as cold as can be
I'm stacked high to the roof and I'm not without proof
If you don't believe me, come see
You think I'm blue, I think so too
In my words, you'll find no guile
The game's gotten old, the deck's gone cold
And I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
The game's gotten old, the deck's gone cold
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
IF YOU GOTTA GO, GO NOW
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.2")
Listen to me, baby
There’s something you must see
I want to be with you, gal
If you want to be with me
But if you got to go
It’s all right
But if you got to go, go now
Or else you gotta stay all night
It ain’t that I’m questionin’ you
To take part in any kinda quiz
It’s just that I ain’t got no watch
An’ you keep askin’ me what time it is
So if you got to go
It’s all right
But if you got to go, go now
Or else you gotta stay all night
I am just a poor boy, baby
Trying to connect
But I certainly don’t want you thinkin’
That I ain’t got any respect
So if you got to go
It’s all right
But if you got to go, go now
Or else you gotta stay all night
It ain’t that I’m wantin’
Anything you never gave before
It’s just that I’ll be sleepin’ soon
It’ll be too dark for you to find the door
So if you got to go
It’s all right
But if you got to go, go now
Or else you gotta stay all night
I'LL KEEP IT WITH MINE
(from "Biograph")
You will search, babe
At any cost
But how long, babe
Can you search for what is not lost?
Everybody will help you
Some people are very kind
But if I can save you any time
Come on, give it to me
I’ll keep it with mine
I can’t help it
If you might think I’m odd
If I say I’m loving you not for what you are
But what you’re not
Everybody will help you
Discover what you set out to find
But if I can save you any time
Come on, give it to me
I’ll keep it with mine
The train leaves
At half past ten
But it will be back
In the same old spot again
The conductor
He’s still stuck on the line
If I can save you any time
Come on, give it to me
I’ll keep it with mine
I’M NOT THERE
(from "The Genuine Basement Tapes Vol.2")
All right, all right
And she holds her tight
In my neighborhood, she cried both day and night
I know it because he was there
It's a milestone but she’s down on her luck
And she dayly salutin’, but to make an hard to buck,
I believe
I believe where she’s stopping wif she wants time to care
I believe that she'd look upon the side and to care
And I go by the Lord in a way she’s on my way
But I don't belong there
No I don't belong to her, I don't belong to every prize
She's my Christ-forsaken angel but she don't hear me cry
She's a lone-hearted mystic and she can’t carry on
When I'm there, she's alright but when she’s not when I’m gone
Heaven knows that the answer she's don't call in no one
She's the way, the sailing beautiful, she's mine for the one
And I lost her hesitatin’ by temptation less it runs
But she don’t honour me, but I'm not there, I'm gone
Now I've cried tonight like I cried the night before
And I'll lease on the horizon but I dream about the door
So long, Jesus savior, blind fate worth to tell
It don't have approximation, she smiles fare thee well
Now I went out ‘neath the levee, I was born to love her
But she knows that the kingdom weighs so high above her
And I run but I race, but it's not too fast to sleigh on
But I don’t perceive her, I’m not there, I’m gone
Well it's all about diffusion as I cry for her veil
I don’t need anybody now beside me to tell
And it’s all affirmation, I receive but it’s not
She’s a lone-hearted beauty but she’s gone like the spot
And she moans
Yes she’s gone like the radio, that shinin’ yesterday
But now she’s home beside me and I’d like to here to stay
She’s a bone-forsaken beauty and it’s don’t trust anyone
And I wish I was beside her, but I’m not there, I’m gone
Well, it’s a two hearts ‘istaken and I don’t far believe
It’s all bang or it’s amusing and she’s hard, too hard to leave
It’s a low, it’s a crime the way she moans me around
Was she told, born to hate me, but there’s a dawn fortakin’ clown
Yes, I believe that it’s rightful, oh I believe it in my mind
A bell tolled like I said, when I before carry on the crying
And this old gypsy told her, like I said, “carry on”
I wish I was there to help her, but I’m not there, I’m gone
I SHALL BE RELEASED
(from "Biograph")
They say ev’ry man needs protection
They say ev’ry man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above the wall
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
Now here next to me in this lonely crowd
Is a man who swears he’s not to blame
All day long I hear him cry so loud
Calling out that he was framed
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
I WANNA BE YOUR LOVER
(from "Biograph")
Well, the rainman comes with his magic wand
And the judge says, “Mona can’t have no bond”
And the walls collide, Mona cries
And the rainman leaves in the wolfman’s disguise
I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man
I wanna be your lover, baby
I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours
Now, the undertaker in his midnight suit
Says to the masked man, “Ain’t you cute!”
Mask man he gets up on the shelf
And he says, “You ain’t so bad yourself”
I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man
I wanna be your lover, baby
I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours
Well, jumpin’ Judy can’t go no higher
She had bullets in her eyes, and they fire
Rasputin he’s so dignified
Touched the back of her head an’ he died
I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man
I wanna be your lover, baby
I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours
Well, Phaedra with her looking glass
Stretchin’ out upon the grass
She gets all messed up and she faints
That’s ’cause she’s so obvious and you ain’t
I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man
I wanna be your lover, baby
I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours
I wanna be yours...
I WAS YOUNG WHEN I LEFT HOME
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.7")
I was young when I left home
And I been out a-ramblin’ ‘round
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, to my home
And I never wrote a letter to my home
It was just the another day
I was bringing home my pay
When I met an old friend I used to know
Said, “Your mother’s dead and gone
And your sisters all gone wrong
And your daddy needs you home right away”
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny on my name
But I can’t go home this a-way
This a-way, Lord, Lord, Lord
And I can’t go home this a-way
If you miss the train I’m on
Count the days I’m gone
You will hear that whistle blow hundred miles
Hundred miles, honey baby, Lord Lord Lord
And you’ll hear that whistle blow hundred miles
I’m playing on a track
Ma would come and whoop me back
On them trestles down by old Jim McKay’s
When I pay the debt I owe
To the commissary store
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
Go home, Lord Lord Lord
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
Used to tell ma sometimes
When I see them riding blinds
Gonna make me a home out in the wind
In the wind, Lord in the wind
Make me a home out in the wind
I don’t like it in the wind
I go back home again
But I can’t go home this a-way
This a-way, Lord Lord Lord
And I can’t go home this a-way
I was young when I left home
And I been all a-rambling ‘round
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord Lord Lord
And I never wrote a letter to my home
JET PILOT
(from "Biograph")
Well, she's got Jet Pilot eyes from her hips on down.
All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town.
She's five feet nine and she carries a monkey wrench.
She weighs more by the foot than she does by the inch.
She got all the downtown boys, all at her command
But you've got to watch her closely 'cause she ain't no woman
She's a man.
JOHN BROWN
(from "MTV Unplugged")
John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore
His mama sure was proud of him
He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all
His mama’s face broke out into a grin
“Oh son, you look so fine, I’m glad you’re a son of mine
Make me proud to know you own a gun
Do what the captain says, lot of medals you will get
We’ll put them on the wall when you get home”
That old train pulled out, John’s ma began to shout
Tellin’ ev’ryone in the neighborhood:
“That’s my son that’s about to go, he’s a soldier now, you know”
She made well sure her neighbors understood
She got a letter once in a while, her face broke into a smile
She showed them to the people from next door
They bragged about her son with his uniform and gun
And these things you called a good old-fashioned war
Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come
Ceased to come for about ten months or more
Then when letter finally came saying, “Go down and meet the train
Your son is coming back from the war”
She smiled and she went right down, she looked up and all around
She did not see her soldier son in sight
When all the people passed, she saw her son at last
When she did she could not believe her eyes
Oh, his face was all shot up and his hand were blown away
And he wore a metal brace around his waist
He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she didn’t know
And she couldn’t even recognize his face
“Oh tell me, my darling son, tell me what they’ve done
How is it that you come to be this way?”
He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move
And his mother had to turn her face away
“Don’t you remember, ma, when I went off to war
You thought it was the best thing I could do?
I was on the battleground, you were home acting proud
You weren’t there standing in my shoes”
“And I thought when I was there, Lord, what am I doing here?
Tryin’ to kill somebody or die tryin’
But the thing that scared me most, when my enemy came close
I can see that his face looked just like mine”
“And I couldn’t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink
I was just a puppet in a play
And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke
And a cannonball blew my eyes away”
As he turned away to go, his mother was acting slow
Seein’ the metal brace that helped him stand
But as he turned to leave, he called his mother close
And he dropped his medals down into her hand
KINGSPORT TOWN
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
The winter wind is a blowing strong
My hands have got no gloves
I wish to my soul that I could see
The girl I'm a-thinking of
Don't you remember me babe
I remember you quite well
You caused me to leave old Kingsport Town
With a high sheriff on my trail
High sheriff on my trail, boys
High sheriff on my trail
All because I'm falling for
A curly-headed dark-eyed girl
Who's a-gonna stroke your cold black hair
And sandy colored skin
Who's a-gonna kiss your Menphis lips
When I'm out in the wind
When I'm out in the wind, babe
When I'm out in the wind
Who's a-gonna kiss your Memphis mouth
When I'm out in the wind
Who's a-gonna walk you side by side
And tell you everything's alright
Who's a-gonna sing to you all day long
And not just in the night
Who's a-gonna walk you side by side
Who's a-gonna be your man
Who's a-gonna look you straight in the eye
And hold your bad luck hand
Hold your bad luck hand, babe
Hold your bad luck hand
Who's a-gonna hold your hard luck hand
And who's a-gonna be your man
The winter wind is a blowing strong
My hands have got no gloves
I wish to my soul I could see
The girl I'm a-thinking of.
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