Bob Dylan – Arthur Mcbride
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin’ down by the seaside
Mark know what followed and what did betide
For it bein’ on Christmas mornin’
Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer intending to camp
For the day bein’ pleasant and charming.
Good morning, good morning, the sergeant he cried
And the same to you gentleman, we did reply
Intending no harm but means to pass by
For it bein’ on Christmas morning
But, says he, My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold I’ll stick in your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the king’s health in the morning.
For a soldier, he leads a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strike
And he always lives pleasant and charmin’
And a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he’s constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning.
But, says Arthur, I wouldn’t be proud of your clothes
For you’ve only the lend of them, as I suppose
But you’re dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do, you’ll be flogged in the morning
And although that we’re single and free
We take great delight in our own company
We have no desire strange places to see
Althoug that your offers are charming.
And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you’d have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we could get shot without warning
Oh no, says the Sergeant, I’ll have no such chat
And neither will I take it from snappy young brats
For if you insult me with one other word
I’ll cut off your heads in the morning.
And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs
And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
And bid them take that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
Now take them up, devils ! cried Arthur McBride
And temper their edge in the morning!.
And the little wee drummer, we flattered his bow
And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returning
And we havin’ no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no respect to their two bloody backs
And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning.
And so, to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning.
Oh, me and my cousin, one Artur McBride
As we went a-walkin’ down by the seaside
Mark now what followed and what did betide
For it bein’ on Christmas morning.
Bob Dylan – Dirge
I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road
The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel
I hate myself for loving you and I’m glad the curtain fell.
I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, whoever would have guessed
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.
Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped
Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped
Like a slave in orbit he’s beaten ’til he’s tame
All for a moment’s glory and it’s a dirty, rotten shame.
There are those who worship loneliness, I’m not one of them
In this age of fiberglass I’m searching for a gem
The crystall ball upon the wall hasn’t shown me nothing yet
I’ve paid the price of solitude but at least I’m out of debt.
I can’t recall a useful thing you ever did for me
‘Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees
We stared into each other’s eyes ’till one of us would break
No use to apologize, what difference would it make ?
So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine
The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen
Lady Luck who shines on me, will tell you where I’m at
I hate myself for loving you but I should get over that.
Bob Dylan – I Believe In You
They ask me how I feel
And if my love is real
And how I know I’ll make it through
And they, they look at me and frown
They’d like to drive me from this town
They don’t want me around
‘Cause I believe in you.
They show me to the door
They say don’t come back no more
‘Cause I don’t be like they’d like me to
And I, I walk out on my own
A thousand miles from home
But I don’t feel alone
‘Cause I believe in you.
I believe in you even through the tears and the laughter
I believe in you even though we be apart
I believe in you even on the morning after
Oh, when the dawn is nearing
Oh, when the night is disappearing
Oh, this feeling is still here in my heart.
Don’t let me drift too far
Keep me where you are
Where I will always be renewed
And that which you’ve given me today
Is worth more than I could pay
And no matter what they say
I believe in you.
I believe in you when winter turn to summer
I believe in you when white turn to black
I believe in you even though I be outnumbered
Oh, though the earth may shake me
Oh, though my friends forsake me
Oh, even that couldn’t make me go back.
Don’t let me change my heart
Keep me set apart
From all the plans they do pursue
And I, I don’t mind the pain
Don’t mind the driving rain
I know I will sustain
‘Cause I believe in you.
Bob Dylan – Jim Jones
Come and listen for a moment, lads
And hear me tell my tale
How across the sea from England
I was condemned to sail
Now the jury found me guilty
Then says the judge, says he
Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I’m sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Don’t get too gay in Botany Bay
Or else you’ll surely hang
Or else you’ll surely hang, says he
And after that Jim Jones
It’s high above on the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones.
And our ship was high upon the sea
When pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were full five hundred strong
For they opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away
But I’d rather have joined that pirate ship
Than gone to Botany Bay
With the storms ragin’ round us
And the winds a-blowin’ gale
I’d rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to New South Wales
There’s no time for mischief there they say
Remember that, says they
Or they’ll flog the poaching out of you
Down there in Botany Bay.
Now it’s day and night and the irons clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves
And it’s by and by I’ll slip my chains
Well, into the bush I’ll go
And I’ll join the bravest rankers there
Jack Donohue and co
And some dark night, when everything
Is silent in the town
I’ll shoot those tyrants one and all
I’ll gun the floggers down
Oh, I’ll give the land a little shock
Remember what I say
They’ll yet regret they’ve sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay.
Bob Dylan – Broke down Engine
Feel like a broke down engine ain’t got no drivin’ wheel
Feel like a broke down engine ain’t got no drivin’ wheel
You all been down and lonesome, you know just how a poor man feels.
Been shooting craps and gambling, momma, and I done got broke
Been shooting craps and gambling, momma, and I done got broke
I done pawned my pistol baby, my best clothes been sold.
Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy
Lordy Lord.
I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees
Went down to my praying ground, fell on my bended knees
I ain’t cryin’ for no religion, Lord, give me back my good gal please.
If you give me back my baby, I won’t worry you no more
Give me back my baby, I won’t worry you no more
Don’t have to put her in my house, Lordy, just lead her to my door.
Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy
Lordy Lord.
Can’t you hear me baby, rappin’ on your door ?
Can’t you hear me baby, rappin’ on your door ?
Now you hear me tappin’, tappin’ across your floor.
Feel like a broke down engine, ain’t got no drive at all
Feel like a broke down engine, ain’t got no drive at all
What made me love my woman, she can really do the Georgia Crawl.
Feel like a broke down engine, ain’t got no whistle or bell
Feel like a broke down engine, ain’t got no whistle or bell
If you’re a real hot momma, come take away Daddy’s weeping spell.
Bob Dylan – Something There Is About You
Something there is about you that strikes a match in me
Is it the way your body moves or is it the way your hair blows free
Or is it because you remind me of something that used to be
Something that’s crossed over from another century ?
Thought I’d shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
Rainy days on the Great Lakes, walking the hills of old Duluth
There was me and Danny Lopez, cold eyes, black night and then there was Ruth
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth.
Suddenly I found you and the spirit in me sings
Don’t have to look no further, you’re the soul of many things
I could say that I’d be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath
But to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.
Something there is about you that moves with style and grace
I was in a whirlwind, now I am in some better place
My hand’s on the sabre and you’ve picked up on the baton
Something there is about you that I can’t quite put my finger on.
Bob Dylan – Shooting Star
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you
You were trying to break into another world
A world I never knew
I always kind of wondered if you ever made it through
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you.
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of me
If I was still the same
If I ever became what you wanted me to be
Did I miss the mark or overstep the line that only you could see
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of me.
Listen to the engine listen to the bell
As the last fire truck from hell goes rolling by
All good people are praying
It’s the last temptation the last account
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount
The last radio is playing.
Seen a shooting star tonight slip away
Tomorrow will be another day
Guess it’s too late to say the things to you that you needed to hear me say
Seen a shooting star tonight slip away.
Bob Dylan – Ugliest Girl In The World
Well the woman that I love she got a hook in her nose
Her eye brows meet she wears second hand clothes
She speaks with a stutter and she walks with a hop
I don’t know why I love her but I just can’t stop.
You know I love her yeah I love her
I’m in love with the ugliest girl in the world.
If I ever lose her I will go in sane
I go half crazy when she calls my name
When she says ‘ ba-ba ba-ba baby I love you
There ain’t nothing in the world that I wouldn’t do.
You know I love her yeah I love her
I’m in love in the ugliest girl in the world.
The woman that I love she got two flat feet
Her knees knocks together walking down the street
She cracks her knuckles and she snores in bed
She ain’t much to look at but like I said:
You know I love her Yeah I love her
I’m in love with the ugliest girl in the world
I don’t mean to say she got nothing going
She got a weird sense of humor that is all her own
When I got low she sets me on my feet
Got a five inch smile but her breath is sweet.
You know I love her Yeah I love her
I’m in love with the ugliest girl in the world.
Well the woman that I love she got a hook in her nose
Her eye brows meet she wears second hand clothes
She speaks with a stutter and she walks with a hop
I don’t know why I love her but I just can’t stop.
You know I love her yeah I love her
I’m in love with the ugliest girl in the world.
Bob Dylan – Blackjack davey
Black Jack Davey come a-ridin’ on back
A whistlin’ loud and merry
Made the woods around him ring
And he charmed the heart of a lady
Charmed the heart of a lady.
How old are you, my pretty little miss
How old are you, my honey ?
She answered to him with a lovin’ smile
I’ll be sixteen come Sunday
Be sixteen come Sunday.
Come and go with me, my pretty little miss
Come and go with me, my honey
Take you where the grass grows green
You never will want for money
You never will want for money.
Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes
All made of Spanish leather
Get behind me on my horse
And we’ll ride off together
We’ll both go off together.
Well she pulled off them high-heeled shoes
Made of Spanish Leather
Got behind him on his horse
And they rode off together
They both rode off together.
At night the boss came home
Inquirring about his lady
The servant spoke before she thought
She’s been with Black Jack Davey
Rode off with Black Jack Davey.
Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud
He’s speedier than the gray
I rode all day and I’ll ride all night
And I’ll overtake my lady
I’ll bring back my lady.
Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight
Till he came to a river ragin’
And there he spied his darlin’ bride
In the arms of Black Jack Davey
Wrapped up with Black Jack Davey.
Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves
All made of the finest leather
Give to me your lily-white hand
And we’ll go home together
We’ll both go home together.
Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves
All made of the finest leather
Gave to him her lily-white hand
And said goodbye forever
Bid farewell forever.
Would you forsake your house and home
Would you forsake your baby ?
Would you forsake your husband too
To go with Black Jack Davey
Ride off with Black Jack Davey ?.
Well, I’ll forsake my house and home
And I’ll forsake my baby
I’ll forsake my husband too
For the love of Black Jack Davey
Love my Black Jack Davey.
Last night I slept in a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
Tonight I lay on the river banks
In the arms of Black Jack Davey
Love my Black Jack Davey.
Bob Dylan – Lily Of The West
When first I came to Louisville, some pleasure there to find
A damsel there from Lexington was pleasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips, like arrows pierced my breast
And the name she bore was Flora, the lily of the west.
I courted lovely Flora some pleasure for to find
But she turned unto another man whose sore distressed my mind
She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me of my rest
Then go, my lovely Flora, the lily of the west.
Away down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree
Conversin’ with my Flora there, it seemed so strange to me
And the answer that she gave to him it sore did me oppress
I was betrayed by Flora, the lily of the west.
I stepped up my rival, dagger in my hand
I seized him by the collar, and bodly made him stand
Seing mad by desperation I pierced him to the breast
All this for lovely Flora, the lily of the west.
I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea
They placed me in the witness box and then commenced on me
Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest
Still I love my faithless Flora, the Lily of the west.
