Album name | Date of release |
| BOB DYLAN | March 19, 1962 |
You're No Good
Well I don't know why I love you like I do
Nobody in the world can get along with you.
You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den
I come home last night you wouldn't even let me in.
Oh sometimes you're as sweet as anybody want to be
When you get a crazy notion, jumpin' all over me
Well you give me the blues because you're satisfied
An' you give me the blues I wanna lay down and die.
I helped you when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama
I helped you when you had no food to eat.
You're the kind of woman I just don't understand
You're takin' all my money and give it to another man.
Well you're the kinda woman makes a man lose his brain
You're the kinda woman drives a man insane
You give me the blues because you're satisfied
You give me the blues I wanna lay down and die
Well you give me the blues, I wanna lay down and die.
TALKING NEW YORK BLUES
Ramblin' outa the wild West,
Leavin' the towns I love the best.
Thought I'd seen some ups and down,
Til I come into New York town.
People goin' down to the ground,
Buildings goin' up to the sky.
Wintertime in New York town,
The wind blowin' snow around.
Walk around with nowhere to go,
Somebody could freeze right to the bone.
I froze right to the bone.
New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years;
I didn't feel so cold then.
I swung on to my old guitar,
Grabbed hold of a subway car,
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride,
I landed up on the downtown side;
Greenwich Village.
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block.
Got on the stage to sing and play,
Man there said, "Come back some other day,
You sound like a hillbilly;
We want folk singers here."
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
I blowed inside out and upside down.
The man there said he loved m' sound,
He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound;
Dollar a day's worth.
And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around,
I finally got a job in New York town,
In a bigger place, bigger money too,
Even joined the union and paid m' dues.
Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.
It didn't take too long to find out
Just what he was talkin' about.
A lot of people don't have much food on their table,
But they got a lot of forks n' knives,
And they gotta cut somethin'.
So one mornin' when the sun was warm,
I rambled out of New York town.
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies.
So long, New York.
Howdy, East Orange.
In My Time Of Dying
In my time of dyin', want nobody to moan
All I want them to do is take my body home
*Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus, got to make you, shiver
Jesus, gonna make you
Jesus, gonna make you my dyin' bed
Meet me, Jesus, meet me
Ooh, meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me. lord
Oh, please meet me with another pair
(* Repeat)
Jesus, gonna make you, somebody, somebody
Oh, Jesus, gonna make you
Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed
Oh, Saint Peter, I can make amends
Won't you let me in
I never did no wrong, I never did no wrong
Oh, oh Gabriel, let me blow your horn
Let me blow your horn
I never did no wrong, did no wrong
I only can be young once
I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong
No not once
Oh, I did somebody so good
Somebody some good, yeah
Oh, did somebody some good, yeah
I must have did somebody some good, yeah
Oh, I believe I did, I seen the smilin' faces
I know I must have left some traces
And I seen them in the streets
And I seen them in the theater
And I even felt my feet
And I never tried to be real
Oh, lord, deliver me all the wrongs I've done
Oh, you can deliver me, lord
I only wanted to have some fun
Oh, keep the angels marchin', marchin'
Keep them marchin', keep them marchin', marchin'
Oh, my Jesus (Repeat)
That's got to be my Jesus
It's got to be, it's got to be my Jesus
It's got to be, oh it's got to be my Jesus
Oh, gonna take me home
Come on, come on
I can hear the angels singin', oh
Here they come, here they come, here they come
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Oh, it's pretty good up here, pretty good up here
I'll touch Jesus (Repeat)
Oh, oh yeah, I seen him, yeah, come on
Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin'
GOSPEL PLOW
Mary wore three links of chain,
Evry link was Jesus name,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
Mary, Mark and Luke and John,
All these prophets so good and gone,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
I never been to heaven, but Ive been told,
Streets up there are line with gold,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
Dig my grave with a bloody spade,
See that my digger gets well paid,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
That gospel line gets mighty hot,
But just hang on with all you got,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
When I get to the glory land,
Gonna play in the glory land,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
I am a man of constant sorrow,
Ive seen trouble all my days.
I said goodbye to Colorado,
where I was born and partly raised.
Harmonica bit
You're mother says I'm a stranger,
my face you'll never see no more.
But there's on promise darlin',
I'll see you on God's golden shore.
Through this world I'm about to ramble
through ice and snow, sleet and rain
I'm about to ride that morning railroad
perhaps I'll die on that train
I'm going back to Colorado,
place that I started from.
If I'd know'd how bad you'd treat me,
honey I never would have come.
Baby, let me follow you down
Baby let me follow you down
Baby let me follow you down
Well I'll do anything in this God Almighty world
if you'll just let me follow you down
Can I come home with you?
I said can I come home with you?
Well I'll do anything in this God Almighty world
if you'll just let me follow you down.
(rare extra verse)
I'll buy you a diamond ring.
I'll buy you a wedding gown
And I'll do anything in this God Almighty world
if you'll just let me follow you down.
There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm a-one
My mother was a taylor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he'll pace the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do as I have done
But to shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
Well, it's one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
I'm a-goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to end my life
Down in the Risin' Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh God, Im a-one.
FREIGHT TRAIN BLUES
I was born in dixie in a boomers shack,
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was comin I had to cry,
Hummin all the drivers with my lullaby
Ive got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy mama got em on the bottom of my ramblin shoes
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
Baby dont you know
It looks like Im never gonna lose
The freight train blues.
Well, my daddy was a fireman in a house out here
She was the only daughter of the engineer
Sweetheart of the brakeman, that aint no joke
Its a shame the way she keeps a good man broke.
I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy I got em in the bottom of my ramblin shoes
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
Oh mama dont you know
It looks like Im never gonna lose
The freight train blues.
Well, the only thing that makes you laugh again
Is a south bound whistle on a south bound train
Evry place I want to go
I never go because you know
Because I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy mama, got em on the bottom of my ramblin shoes.
SONG TO WOODY
I'm out here a thousand miles from my home,
Walkin' a road other men have gone down.
I'm seein' your world of people and things,
Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings.
Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along.
Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn,
It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born.
Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I'm a-sayin' an' a-many times more.
I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough,
'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done.
Here's to Cisco an' Sonny an' Leadbelly too,
An' to all the good people that traveled with you.
Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind.
I'm a-leaving' tomorrow, but I could leave today,
Somewhere down the road someday.
The very last thing that I'd want to do
Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too.