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Bob Dylan lyrics

Album: Bob Dylan [1962]

Tracks13
 01  You're No Good
 02  Talkin' New York
 03  In My Time of Dyin'
 04  Man of Constant Sorrow
 05  Fixin' to Die
 06  Pretty Peggy-O
 07 Highway 51
 08  Gospel Plow
 09  Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
 10  House of the Rising Sun
 11  Freight Train Blues
 12  Song to Woody
 13  See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
all Bob Dylan lyrics



You're No Good
Well, I dont 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 nobody want to be
Oh when you get the crazy notion of jumping all over me
Well, you give me the blues, I guess you're satisfied
When you give me the blues I wanna lay down and die.

After when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama
After when you had no food to eat
Now you're that kind of woman that just don't understand
You're taking all my money and give it to another man.

Well, you're that kind of woman makes a man lose his brains
You're that kind of woman drives me insane
Well, you give me the blues, I guess you're satisfied
You give me the blues, I wanna lay down and die.back to top
Talkin' New York
Rambling out of the wild west
Leaving the towns I love best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Building going up to the sky.

Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowing 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 folksingers here.

Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play
Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved my sound
He was raving about he loved my sound
Dollar a day's worth.

After weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the Union and paid my dues.

Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It don't take too long to find out
Just what he was talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut something.

So one morning when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And heated out for the western skies
So long New York
Howdy, East Orange.back to top
In My Time of Dyin'
(first release¡ºblind willie johnson, arranged by bob dylan)

Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

Well, meet me jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air
If these wings should fail me, lord, won't you meet me with another pair?
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

Lord, in my time of dying don't want nobody to cry
All I want for you to do is take me when I die
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.back to top
Man of Constant Sorrow
(first release¡ºtraditional, arranged by bob dylan)

I'm a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my days.
I'll say goodbye to colorado
Where I was born and partly raised.

Your mother says I'm a stranger;
My face you'll never see no more.
But there's one promise, darling,
I'll see you on gods golden shore.

Through this open world I'm a-bound to ramble,
Through ice and snows, sleet and rain,
I'm a-bound to ride that mornin' railroad,
Perhaps I'll die on that train.

I'm going back to colorado,
The place that I've started from.
If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat me,
Honey I never would have come.back to top
Fixin' to Die
(first release¡ºbooker t. washington (bukka) white)

Feeling funny in my mind, lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mind, lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground
Look over yonder to that burying ground
Sure seems lonesome, lord, when the sun goes down

Feeling funny in my eyes, lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my eyes, lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying but
I hate to leave my children crying
There's a black smoke rising, lord
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
And tell jesus make up my dying bed.

I'm walking kind of funny, lord
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Yes I'm walking kind of funny, lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Fixing to die, fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying.back to top
Pretty Peggy-O
(first release¡ºtraditional, arranged by bob dylan)

I've been around this whole country
But I never yet found fennario.

Well, as we marched down
As we marched down
Well, as we marched down to fennario
Well, our captain fell in love
With a lady like a dove
Her name that she had was pretty peggy-o

Well, what will your mother say
What will your mother say
What will your mother say, pretty peggy-o
What will your mother say
To know you're going away
You're never, never, never coming back-io ?

Come a-running down your stairs
Come a-running down your stairs
Come a-running down your stairs, pretty peggy-o
Come a-running down your stairs
Comb back your hair
You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io.

The lieutenant he has gone
The lieutenant he has gone
The lieutenant he has gone, pretty peggy-o
The lieutenant he has gone
Long gone
He's a-riding down in texas with the rodeo.

Well, our captain he is dead
Our captain he is dead
Our captain he is dead, pretty peggy-o
Well, our captain he is dead
Died for a maid
He's buried somewheres in louisiana-o.back to top
Gospel Plow
(first release¡ºtraditional, arranged by bob dylan)

Mary wore three links of chain,
Every link was jesus name,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, lord, oh, lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.

Mary, mark and luke and john,
All them prophets so good and gone,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, lord, oh, lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.

Well I never been to heaven, but I've been told,
Streets up there are lined with gold,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, lord, oh, lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh, lord, oh, lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.

Oh, lord, oh, lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.back to top
Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
(first release¡ºeric von schmidt /reverend gary davis)

First heard this from ric von schmidt. he lives in cambridge.
Ric's a blues guitar player.
I met him one day on the green pastures of the harvard university.

Baby let me follow you down
Baby let me follow you down
Well I'll do anything in this godalmighty world
If you just let me follow you down.

Can I come home with you
Baby can I come home with you?
Yes I'll do anything in this godalmighty world
If you just let me come home with you.

Baby let me follow you down
Baby let me follow you down
Well I'll do anything in this godalmighty world
If you just let me follow you down.

Yes I'll do anything in this godalmighty world
If you just let me follow you down.back to top
House of the Rising Sun
(first release¡ºtraditional, arranged by bob dylan)

There is a house down in new orleans
They call the risin' sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh god, I'm a-one

My mother was a tailor
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 pass 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 what I have done
But 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, I'm a-oneback to top
Freight Train Blues
(first release¡ºtraditional, arranged by bob dylan)

I was born in dixie in a boomer's shack,
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was it taught me how to cry,
The holler of the driver was my lullaby.
I've 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 don't you know
It looks like I'm never gonna lose
The freight train blues.

Well, my daddy was a fireman and my mama hear
She was the only daughter of the engineer
My sweetheart loved the brakeman and that ain't 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 don't you know
Well it looks like I'm 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
Every place I want to go
I never can 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' shoesback to top
Song to Woody
(first release¡ºbob dylan)

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
Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings.

Hey, hey, woody guthrie, I wrote you a song
'bout a funny old world that's a-comin' along
Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn
It looks like it's a-dyin' and it's hardly been born.

Hey, woody guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things I'm a-sayin', and many times more
I'm a-singin' every song, but I can't sing enough
Cause there's not many men done the things that you done.

Here's to cisco and sonny and leadbelly, too
And 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-leavin' 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'd been hittin' some hard travelin' too.back to top
See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
(first release¡ºblind lemon jefferson)

Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask for you
Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask for you
There's just one kind of favor I'll ask for you
You can see that my grave is kept clean.

And there's two white horses following me
And there's two white horses following me
I got two white horses following me
Waiting on my burying ground.

Did you ever hear that coffin sound
Did you ever hear that coffin sound
Did you ever hear that coffin sound
Means another poor boy is underground.

Did you ever hear them church bells toll
Did you ever hear them church bells toll
Did you ever hear them church bells toll
Means another poor boy is dead and gone.

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
Now I believe what the Bible told.

There's just one last favor I'll ask for you
And there's one last favor I'll ask for you
There's just one last favor I'll ask for you
See that my grave is kept clean.back to top
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