BOB DYLAN: Otras letras (O-R)

1. Only A Hobo
2. Paths Of Victory
3. Percy’s Song
4. Positively 4th Street
5. Pretty Saro
6. Quit Your Low Down Ways
7. Railroad Bill
8. Rambler, Gambler
9. Ramblin’, Gamblin’ Willie
10. Red River Shore
11. Ring Of Fire
12. Rita May
13. Rocks And Gravel


ONLY A HOBO
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
As I was out walking on a corner one day
I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay
His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor
And I guess he’d been there for the whole night or more

Only a hobo, but one more is gone
Leavin’ nobody to sing his sad song
Leavin’ nobody to carry him home
He was only a hobo, but one more is gone

A blanket of newspaper covered his head
As the step was his pillow, the street was his bed
One look at his face showed the hard road he’d come
And a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed

He was only a hobo, but one more is gone
Leavin’ nobody to sing his sad song
Leavin’ nobody to carry him home
He was only a hobo, but one more is gone

Does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down
To look up on the world from a hole in the ground
To wait for your future like a horse that’s gone lame
To lie in the gutter and die with no name

He was only a hobo, but one more is gone
Leavin’ nobody to sing his sad song
Leavin’ nobody to carry him home
He was only a hobo, but one more is gone

PATHS OF VICTORY
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
The trail is dark an' dusty
The road is kind o' rough,
But the good Lord is waiting
And boys it ain't far off.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.

I walked out to the valley,
I turned my head up high.
I've seen that silver linin'
That was hangin' in the sky.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.

The evenin' dusk was rollin',
I was walking down the track.
There was a one-way wind a-blowin'
And it was blowin' at my back.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.

The gravel road is bumpy,
It's a hard ol' road to ride,
But the clearer road's up yonder,
With the cinders on the side.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.

That morning train was movin',
The hummin' of its wheels,
Told me of a new day,
Coming across the field.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.

PERCY'S SONG
(from "Biograph")
Bad news, bad news come to me where I sleep
Turn, turn, turn again
Sayin’ one of your friends is in trouble deep
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

Tell me the trouble tell once to my ear
Turn, turn, turn again
Joliet prison and ninety-nine years
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

Oh what’s the charge of how this came to be
Turn, turn, turn again
Manslaughter in the highest of degree
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

I sat down and wrote
The best words I could write
Turn, turn, turn again
Explaining to the judge
I’d be there on Wednesday night
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

Without a reply I left by the moon
Turn, turn, turn again
And was in his chambers by the next afternoon
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

Could ya tell me the facts? I said without fear
Turn, turn, turn again
That a friend of mine would get ninety-nine years
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

A crash on the highway flew the car to a field
Turn, turn, turn again
There was four persons killed and he was at the wheel
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

But I knew him as good as I’m knowin’ myself
Turn, turn, turn again
And he wouldn’t harm a life that belonged to someone else
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

The judge spoke out of the side of his mouth
Turn, turn, turn again
Sayin’, “The witness who saw he left little doubt”
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

That may be true he’s got a sentence to serve
Turn, turn, turn again
But ninety-nine years he just don’t deserve
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

Too late, too late for his case it is sealed
Turn, turn, turn again
His sentence is passed and it cannot be repealed
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

But he ain’t no criminal and his crime it is none
Turn, turn, turn again
What happened to him could happen to anyone
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

And at that the judge jerked forward and his face it did freeze
Turn, turn, turn again
Sayin’, “Could you kindly leave my office now, please”
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

The room was funny and I stood up so slow
Turn, turn, turn again
With no other choice except but far to go
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam
Turn, turn, turn again
I walked down the courthouse stairs and I did not understand
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

And I played my guitar through the night to the day
Turn, turn, turn again
And the only tune my guitar could play
Was, “Oh the cruel rain and the wind”

POSITIVELY 4TH STREET
(from "Biograph")
You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that’s winning

You say I let you down
You know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt
Why then don’t you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You’re in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don’t know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck”
But you don’t mean it

When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I’d rob them

And now I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don’t you understand
It’s not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you

PRETTY SARO
(From "The Bootleg Series Vol.10)

Down in some lone valley

In a sad lonesome place

Where the wild birds do all

Their notes to increase

Farewell pretty Saro

I bid you Adieu

But I dream of pretty Saro

Wherever I go

Well my love she won't have me

So I understand

She wants a freeholder

Who owns a house and land

I cannot maintain her

With silver and gold

And all of the fine things

That a big house can hold

If I was a poet

And could write a fine hand

I'd write my love a letter

That she'd understand

And write it by the river

Where the waters overflow

But I dream of pretty Saro

Wherever I go

QUIT YOUR LOW DOWN WAYS
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
Well, you can read out your Bible
You can fall down on your knees,
And pray to the Lord, pretty mama,
But it ain’t gonna do no good
You’re gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can’t quit your sinnin’
Please quit your low down ways

You can run down to the desert
You can stick your head in the sand
You can raise up your right hand,
But you good man ain’t comin’ home
You better understand you’re gonna need
You’re gonna need my help someday
Someday gonna need my hep, someday
Well, if you can’t quit your sinnin’
Please quit your low down ways

And you can run dow to the White House
You can gaze on the Capitol Dome
You can knock on the President’s gate, pretty mama
But you know it’s goona be too late
You’re gonna need
You’re gonna need my help someday, my help someday
Well, if you can’t quit your sinnin’
Please quit your low down ways

And you can hitchhike on the highway
You can stand all alone by the side of the road
Try to flag a ride back home, pretty mama
But you ain’t gonna ride in my car no more
You’re gonna need
You’re gonna need my help someday, oh yes you
Well, if you can’t quit your sinnin’
Please quit your low down ways

So, you can read out your hymnbook
You can fall down on your knees,
And pray to the Lord, pretty mama
But it ain’t gonna do no good
You’re gonna need
You’re gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can’t quit your sinnin’
Please quit your low down ways

RAILROAD BILL
(From "The Bootleg Series Vol.10")

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill

He never worked and he never will,

And it's ride, ride, ride.

Railroad Bill, he was a mighty mean man

He shot the midnight lantern out of the brakeman's hand

And it’s ride, ride, ride

Railroad Bill, you know he took a wife

Said, if I didn't like it, he would take my life,

I'm gonna ride, ride, ride.

Goin' up the mountain, goin' out west

Thirty-eight special stickin' out of my vest

I’m gonna ride, ride, ride

Buy me a pistol just as long as my arm

And shoot anybody who does me any harm

I’m gonna ride, ride, ride

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill

He never worked and he never will,

Ride, ride, ride.

Honey, honey, honey, think that I'm a fool?

Think I would quit you when the weather is cool?

Ride, ride, ride.

RAMBLER, GAMBLER
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.7")
I’m a rambler, I’m a gambler
I’m a long way from my home
If the people don’t like me
They can leave me alone

Come sit down beside me
Come sit down right here
Come sit down, love, I want you
Love you boldly, so dear

When you get to Wyoming
A letter you’ll see
If you get into trouble
Just you write and tell me

For I once had a lover
Her age was sixteen
She’s a flower of velvet
And the rose of Celine

Her parents was against me
Now she is the same
If I writ on your book, love
Just you blot out my name

Oh there’s changes in the ocean
There’s changes in the sea
There’s changes in my true love
Ain’t no change in me

RAMBLING, GAMBLING WILLIE
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.1")
Come around you rovin’ gamblers and a story I will tell
About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well
His name was Will O’Conley and he gambled all his life
He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife
And it’s ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody knows

When he gambled in the White House and in the railroad yards
Wherever there was people, there was Willie and his cards
He had the reputation as the gamblin’est man around
Wives would keep their husbands home when Willie came to town
And it’s ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody knows

Sailin’ down the Mississippi to a town called New Orleans
They’re still talkin’ about their card game on that Jackson River Queen
“I’ve come to win some money,” gamblin’ Willie says
When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his
And it’s ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody knows

Up in the Rocky Mountains in a town called Cripple Creek
There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week
Nine hundred miners had laid their money down
When Willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town
And it’s ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody knows

But Willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true
He supported all his children and all their mothers too
He wore no rings or fancy things, like other gamblers wore
He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor
And it’s ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody knows

When you played your cards with Willie, you never really knew
Whether he was bluffin’ or whether he was true
He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair
The man, he left a diamond flush, Willie didn’t even have a pair
And it’s ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody knows

It was late one evenin’ during a poker game
A man lost all his money, he said Willie was to blame
He shot poor Willie through the head, which was a tragic fate
Willie’s cards fell on the floor, they’re aces backed with eights
And it’s ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody knows

So all you ramblin’ gamblers, wherever you might be
The moral of the story is very plain to see
Make your money while you can, before you have to stop
For when you pull that dead man’s hand, your gamblin’ days are up
And it’s ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody knows

RED RIVER SHORE
(from "The Bootleg Series Vol.8")
Some of us turn off the lights and we live
In the moonlight shooting by
Some of us scare ourselves to death in the dark
To be where the angels fly
Pretty maids all in a row lined up
Outside my cabin door
I've never wanted any of them wanting me
'Cept the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I sat by her side and for a while I tried
To make that girl my wife
She gave me her best advice and she said
"Go home and lead a quiet life."
Well, I've been to the east and I've been to the west
And I've been out where the black winds roar
Somehow, though, I never did get that far
With the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I knew when I first laid eyes on her
I could never be free
One look at her and I knew right away
She should always be with me
Well, the dream dried up a long time ago
Don't know where it is anymore
True to life, true to me
Was the girl from the Red River shore

Now I'm wearing the cloak of misery
And I've tasted jilted love
And the frozen smile upon my face
Fits me like a glove
But I can't escape from the memory
Of the one that I'll always adore
All those nights when I lay in the arms
Of the girl from the Red River shore

Well, we're living in the shadows of a fading past
Trapped in the fires of time
I've tried not to ever hurt anybody
And to stay out of a life of crime
And when it's all been said and done
I never did know the score
One more day is another day away
From the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I'm a stranger here in a strange land
But I know this is where I belong
I'll ramble and gamble for the one I love
And the hills will give me a song
Though nothing looks familiar to me
I know I've stayed here before
Once, a thousand nights ago
With the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I went back to see about it once
Went back to straighten it out
Everybody that I talked to had seen us there
Said they didn't know who I was talking about
Well, the sun went down on me a long time ago
I've had to fall back from the door
I wish I could have spent every hour of my life
With the girl from the Red River shore

Now, I've heard of a guy who lived a long time ago
A man full of sorrow and strife
That it someone around him died and was dead
He knew how to bring 'em on back to life
Well, I don't know what kind of language he used
Or if they do that kind of thing anymore
Sometimes I think nobody ever saw me here at all
'Cept the girl from the Red River shore

RING OF FIRE
(from "Hardest To Find. Los Diamonds 1986-1996")
Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound from a wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire

I fell into a burning ring of fire.
I went down down down
And the flames went higher.
And it burns burns burns,
The ring of fire,
The ring of fire

The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Oh, but the fire went wild

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames they went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire

RITA MAY
(from "Masterpieces")
Rita May, Rita May
You got your body in the way
You’re so damn nonchalant
But it’s your mind that I want
You got me huffin’ and a-puffin’
Next to you I feel like nothin’
Rita May

Rita May, Rita May
How’d you ever get that way?
When do you ever see the light?
Don’t you ever feel a fright?
You got me burnin’ and I’m turnin’
But I know I must be learnin’
Rita May

All my friends have told me
If I hang around with you that I’ll go blind
But when you hold me
I know there must be somethin’ on your mind

Rita May, Rita May
Won’t you come out and play?
Walking, babe, where you been
What’s that crazy place you’re in?
I’m gonna have to go to college
’Cause you are the book of knowledge
Rita May

All my friends have told me
If I hang around with you that I’ll go blind
But I know when you hold me
That there really must be somethin’ on your mind

Rita May, Rita May
You got your body in the way
You’re so damn nonchalant
It’s your mind that I want
I’m gonna have to go to college
‘Cause you are the book of knowledge
Rita May

ROCKS AND GRAVEL
(from "Live At The Gaslight 1962")
Takes rocks and gravel, baby
Make a solid road, make a solid road.
Takes rocks and gravel, baby,
Make a solid road
Takes a good woman mama,
To satisfy my weary soul.

Have you ever been down on that Mobil and K. C. line,
Have you ever been down on that Mobil and K. C. line?
Well I just wanna ask you,
If you seen that gal of mine,

Don't the clouds look lonesome shining across the sea,
Don't the clouds look lonesome shining across the sea,
Don't my gal look fine
When she's comin' after me?

Takes rocks and gravel, baby
Make a solid road, make a solid road.
Takes rocks and gravel, baby,
Make a solid road
Takes a good woman mama,
To satisfy my weary soul.