Doctor, doctor, tell me the time of day Another bottle’s empty, another penny spent He turned around and he slowly walked away They shot him in the back and down he went. Shine your light Movin’ on You burned so bright Roll on, John.
From the Liverpool docks to the red-light Hamburg streets Down in the quarry with the Quarrymen Playing to the big crowds, playing to the cheap seats Another day in the life on your way to your journey end. Shine your light, Movin’ on You burned so bright Roll on, John.
Sailin’ through the trade winds bound for the South Rags on your back just like any other slave They tied your hands and they clamped your mouth Wasn’t no way out of that deep dark cave. Shine your light Movin’ on You burned so bright Roll on, John.
I hear the news today, oh boy They hauled your ship up on the shore Now the city gone dark, there is no more joy They tore the heart right out and cut him to the core. Shine your light Movin’ on You burned so bright Roll on, John.
Put on your bags and get ’em packed Leave right now, you won’t be far from wrong The sooner you go the quicker you’ll be back You’ve been cooped on an island far too long. Shine your light Movin’ on You burned so bright Roll on, John.
Slow down you’re moving way too fast Come together right now over me Your bones are weary, you’re about to breathe your last Lord, you know how hard that it can be. Shine your light Movin’ on You burned so bright Roll on, John.
Roll on, John, roll through the rain and snow Take the right-hand road and go where the buffalo roam They’ll trap you in an ambush before you know Too late now to sail back home. Shine your light Movin’ on You burned so bright Roll on, John.
Tyger, tyger burning bright I pray the Lord my soul to keep In the forest of the night Cover him over and let him sleep.
Shine your light Movin’ on You burned so bright Roll on, John.
Interesting, that in his live version Dylan suppresses the fifth and seventh stanzas, those which somehow questioned a certain facet of the mythical John, and he softens the fourth verse by moving the second line to the fourth one, replacing it with a new one, and eliminating the fourth original line so that the stanza is definitely left like this:
I heard the news today, oh boy They put a wreath upon his door Now the city gone dark, ain’t no more joy They hauled his ship up on the shore.
Bob Dylan’s Last Album “Rough And Rowdy Ways” Lyrics
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
‘Twas a dark day in Dallas – November ’63 The day that will live on in infamy *[F. D. Roosevelt] President Kennedy was riding high A good day to be living and a good day to die Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb Say wait a minute boys, do you know who I am? Of course we do, we know who you are Then they blew off his head when he was still in the car Shot down like a dog in broad daylight ‘Twas a matter of timing and the timing was right You got unpaid debts and we’ve come to collect We’re gon’ kill you with hatred and without any respect We’ll mock you and shock you, and we’ll put it in your face We’ve already got someone here to take your place *[Lyndon B. Johnson]
The day that they blew out the brains of the king Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing It happened so quickly – so quick by surprise Right there in front of everyone’s eyes Greatest magic trick ever under the sun Perfectly executed, skillfully done Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman, howl *[Wolfman Jack (well known DJ, cf. American Graffiti), A. Gingsberg?] Rub a dub dub – it’s murder most foul
Hush li’l children, you’ll soon understand The Beatles are coming they’re gonna hold your hand *[“I Want To Hold Your Hand”, first Beatles song to reach #1 on the US hit charts] Slide down the bannister, go get your coat Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throat *[Gerry & The Pacemakers] There’s three bums comin’ all dressed in rags Pick up the pieces and lower the flags I’m going to Woodstock, *[August 1969] It’s the Aquarian Age *[“Aquarius (Let The Sunshine In)” from 5th Dimension album “The Age Of Aquarius”] Then I’ll go over to Altamont *[December 1969] And sit near the stage Put your head out the window, let the good times roll *[Ray Charles/B. B. King, The Cars] There’s a party going on behind the grassy knoll *[Hill near the site of the assassination] Stack up the bricks and pour the cement *[Masonry?] Don’t say Dallas don’t love you, Mr. President *[Reportedly the last words spoken to President Kennedy before shots were fired, delivered by Dallas governor’s wife] Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas Try to make it to the triple underpass *[Intersection of streets where Kennedy was killed] Black face singer – white face clown *[cf. “Love and Theft”] Better not show your faces after the sun goes down Up in the red-light district they got cop on the beat Living in a nightmare on Elm Street *[Double allusion, film and street (near where Abraham Zapruder shot his incredible film, up at the bend from South Houston onto Elm, the last corner that President Kennedy would turn in his life)] When you’re down on deep Ellum put your money in your shoe *[“Deep Ellum Blues”] Don’t ask what your country can do for you *[JFK sentence] Cash on the barrel head, money to burn Dealey Plaza, make a left hand turn *[place where President JFK was murdered] I’m going to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride *[“Crossroad Blues”, Robert Johnson] That’s the place where Faith, Hope and Charity died Shoot ’em while he runs, boy, shoot ’em while you can *[“Shotgun”, Jr. Walker & the All Stars] See if you can shoot the Invisible Man *[“The Invisible Man (1933)” film directed by James Whale, based on H.G. Wells novel] Goodbye, Charlie, goodbye Uncle Sam *[Vincent Minnelli, Hitchcock’s “The Shadow of A Doubt”?] Frankly, Miss Scarlet, I don’t give a damn *[“Gone With The Wind”] What is the truth and where did it go Ask Oswald and Ruby – they oughta know Shut your mouth, says the wise old owl Business is business and it’s murder most foul
Tommy can you hear me? I’m the Acid Queen *[The Who] I’m ridin’ in a long black Lincoln limousine Ridin’ in the back seat, next to my wife Heading straight on into the afterlife I’m leaning to the left, got my head in her lap Oh Lord, I’ve been led into some kind of a trap Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give We’re right down the street from the street where you live *[My Fair Lady?] They mutilated his body and took out his brain What more could they do, they piled on the pain But his soul was not there where it was supposed to be at For the last fifty years they’ve been searching for that Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me *[“Freedom, Oh Freedom”] Hate to tell you, Mister, but only dead men are free Send me some loving – tell me no lie *[Little Richard] Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by Wake Up, Little Suzie, let’s go for a drive *[Everly Brothers, Suze Rotolo?] Cross the Trinity River, let’s keep hope alive Turn the radio on, don’t touch the dials Parkland Hospital’s only six more miles You got me Dizzy Miss Lizzy, you filled me with lead *[Larry Williams/The Beatles] That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head I’m just a patsy like Patsy Cline *[“patsy” (scapegoat) is what Oswald said he was] I never shot anyone from in front or behind Got blood in my eyes, got blood in my ear *[“Blood In My Eyes” from “World Gone Wrong” album] I’m never gonna make it to the New Frontier *[Famous JFK concept, 1960]
Zapruder’s film I seen night before *[silent 8mm color motion picture sequence shot by Abraham Zapruder with a Bell & Howell home-movie camera, as President Kennedy’s motorcade passed through Dealey Plaza in Dallas, TX on November 22, 1963. Unexpectedly, it ended up capturing JFK subsequent assassination that occurred during that act] Seen it thirty three times, maybe more It’s vile and deceitful – it’s cruel and it’s mean Ugliest thing that you ever have seen They killed him once, they killed him twice Killed him like a human sacrifice The day that they killed him, someone said to me, “Son, The age of the anti-Christ has just only begun.” Air Force One coming in through the gate Johnson sworn in at two thirty-eight Let me know when you decide to throw in the towel It is what it is and it’s murder most foul
What’s New Pussycat – wha’d I say *[Tom Jones/Burt Bacharach, Ray Charles] I said the soul of a nation been torn away And It’s beginning to go down into a slow decay And that it’s thirty-six hours past judgment day *[Robert Johnson] Wolfman Jack, he’s speaking in tongues He’s going on and on at the top of his lungs Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack Play it for me in my long Cadillac Play that Only The Good Die Young *[Billy Joel, cf. “Foot Of Pride”] Take me to the place where Tom Dooley was hung *[trad. folk song (Kingston Trio)] Play St. James Infirmary in the court of King James *[trad. folk song (L. Armstrong), cf. “Blind Willie McTell”] If you want to remember, better write down the names Play Etta James too, play I’d Rather Go Blind Play it for the man with the telepathic mind Play John Lee Hooker play Scratch My Back Play it for that strip club owner named Jack *[Jack Ruby (cf. “The Last Waltz”)] Guitar Slim – Goin’ Down Slow Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe And please, Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood *[Nina Simone/The Animals] Play it for the First Lady, she ain’t feeling that good Play Don Henley – play Glenn Frey *[The Eagles] Take it to the Limit and let it go by And play it for Carl Wilson, too Lookin’ far, far away down Gower Avenue *[“Desperados Under The Eaves” by W. Zevon, C. Wilson does backing vocals] Play Tragedy, play Twilight Time *[Bee Gees, The Platters] Take Me Back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime *[Bob Wills] Play another one and Another One Bites the Dust *[Queen] Play the Old Rugged Cross and in God We Trust *[Gospel anthem, Dead Kennedys album] Ride the Pink Horse down that Long, Lonesome Road *[“Ride The Pink Horse (1947)” movie by Robert Montgomery with Ben Hecht’s screenplay, based on the noir novel of the same title written by Dorothy B. Hughes (the film is mainly about the longing for a better life that is unattainable and has given rise to an American saying referring to such circumstance); Long, Lonesome Road alludes to Bill Monroe’s “Lonesome Road Blues”] Stand there and wait for his head to explode Play Mystery Train for Mr. Mystery *[Elvis/Sun Ra] The man who fell down dead, like a rootless tree Play it for the Reverend, play it for the Pastor *[Reverend Gary Davis? “Baby, Let Me Follow You Down”; “for the Pastor” Little Richard? …After being born again in 1957, Penniman enrolled at Oakwood College in Huntsville, Alabama, a mostly colored people Seventh-Day Adventist college, to study theology. Penniman returned to secular music in the early 1960s. He was eventually ordained a minister in 1970 and resumed evangelical activities in 1977] Play it for the dog that’s got no master *[His Master’s Voice?] Play Oscar Peterson and play Stan Getz Play Blue Sky, play Dickie Betts *[Allman Brothers Band] Play Art Pepper, play Thelonious Monk Charlie Parker and all that junk All that junk and All That Jazz *[“Chicago” Musical, cf. “All That Jazz” movie by Bob Fosse] Play something for The Birdman of Alcatraz *[movie by John Frankenheimer w/Burt Lancaster] Play Buster Keaton play Harold Lloyd Play Bugsy Siegel play Pretty Boy Floyd Play all the numbers, play all the odds *[Floyd died on November 22] Play Cry Me A River for the Lord of the Gods *[Julie London] Play number nine, play number six *[The Beatles/Jimi Hendrix “If 6 Was 9”] Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks *[Fleetwood Mac] Play Nat King Cole, play Nature Boy Play Down in the Boondocks for Terry Malloy *[Joe South, Brando in “On The Waterfront”] Play It Happened One Night and One Night of Sin *[Capra, Elvis] There’s twelve million souls that are listening in Play the Merchant of Venice, play the merchants of death *[“Merchants of Death” was an epithet used in the U.S. in the 1930s to attack industries and banks that supplied and funded World War I (then called the Great War)] Play Stella by Starlight for Lady Macbeth *[Shakespeare] Don’t worry Mr. President, help’s on the way Your brothers are comin’, there’ll be hell to pay Brothers? What brothers? What’s this about hell? Tell ’em we’re waitin’- keep coming – we’ll get ’em as well Love Field is where his plane touched down *[Dallas airport] But it never did get back up off of the ground Was a hard act to follow, second to none They killed him on the altar of the Rising Sun Play Misty for me and that Old Devil Moon *[Johnny Mathis, Petula Clark, cf. “Misty” by Clint Eastwood] Play Anything Goes and Memphis in June *[Cole Porter, Nina Simone, cf. “Tight Connection To My Heart”] Play Lonely at the Top and Lonely Are the Brave *[Randy Newman, Kirk Douglas’ movie] Play it for Houdini spinning around in his grave Play Jelly Roll Morton, play Lucille *[Little Richard] Play Deep in a Dream and play Drivin’ Wheel *[Chet Baker, blues standard] Play Moonlight Sonata in F sharp *[Beethoven] And Key to the Highway by the king of the harp *[Little Walter] Play Marchin’ Through Georgia and Dumbarton’s drum* [Traditional songs, the 2nd one of Scottish origin] Play Darkness and death will come when it comes *[Eminem? Leonard Cohen?] Play Love Me or Leave Me by the great Bud Powell Play the Blood Stained Banner – play Murder Most Foul
Bob Dylan’s Last Album “Rough And Rowdy Ways” Lyrics
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
McKinley hollered – McKinley squalled Doctor said McKinley – death is on the wall Say it to me if you got something to confess I heard all about it – he was going down slow Heard it on the wireless radio From down in the boondocks – way down in Key West
I’m searchin’ for love and inspiration On that pirate radio station It’s comin’ out of Luxembourg and Budapest Radio signal clear as can be I’m so deep in love I can hardly see Down in the flatlands – way down in Key West
Key West is the place to be If you’re lookin’ for immortality Stay on the road – follow the highway sign Key West is fine and fair If you lost your mind, you’ll find it there Key West is on the horizon line
I was born on the wrong side of the railroad track Like Ginsberg, Corso and Kerouac Like Louie and Jimmy and Buddy and all of the rest It might not be the thing to do But I’m stickin’ with you through and through Down in the flatlands – way down in Key West
I got both my feet planted square on the ground Got my right hand high with the thumb down Such is life – such is happiness Hibiscus flowers grow everywhere here If you wear one put it behind your ear Down on the bottom – way down in Key West
Key West is the place to go Down by the Gulf of Mexico Beyond the sea – beyond the shifting sand Key West is the gateway key To innocence and purity Key West – Key West is the enchanted land
I’ve never lived in the land of Oz Or wasted my time with an unworthy cause It’s hot down here and you can’t be overdressed The tiny blossoms of a toxic plant They can make you dizzy – I’d like to help ya but I can’t Down in the flatlands – way down in Key West
The fishtail palms (1) and the orchid trees They can give you the bleedin’ heart disease People tell me – I oughta try a little tenderness Amelia Street – Bay View Park Walkin’ in the shadows after dark Down under – way down in Key West
I play the gumbo limbo spirituals (2) I know all the Hindu rituals People tell me that I’m truly blessed Bougainvillea bloomin’ in the summer and spring Winter here is an unknown thing Down the flatlands – way down in Key West
Key West is under the sun Under the radar – under the gun You stay to the left and then you lean to the right Feel the sunlight on your skin And the healing virtues of the wind Key West – Key West is the land of light
Wherever I travel – wherever I roam I’m not that far from the convent home I do what I think is right – what I think is best Mystery Street off Mallory Square Truman had his White House there Eastbound – westbound Way down in Key West
Twelve years old and they put me in a suit Forced me to marry a prostitute There were gold fringes on her wedding dress That’s my story but not where it ends She’s still cute and we’re still friends Down in the bottom – way down in Key West
I play both sides against the middle Pickin’ up that pirate radio signal I heard the news – I heard your last request “Fly Around my Pretty Little Miss” (3) I don’t love nobody – gimme a kiss Down at the bottom – way down in Key West
Key West is the place to be If you’re lookin’ for immortality Key West is paradise divine Key West is fine and fair If you lost your mind you’ll find it there Key West is on the horizon line
(1) Caryota [also known as Fishtail Palm] is a genus of tropical plants with thirteen different species, belonging to the palm family (Arecaceae). It is the only genus in the family that has true bipinnate leaves. It is a toxic plant. The whole plant contains calcium oxalate crystals in the form of needles that if chewed or eaten can cause a burning sensation in the mouth. Contact with the skin can cause burning, itching and severe dermatitis.
(2) Gumbo limbo spirituals = Spiritual chants from South Florida islands natives. Gumbo limbo refers to the tree from which the rubber or the turpentine essence are extracted, and it is the popular name that the natives gave to the tree species “Bursera simaruba”, also known as Chaca. It’s a kind of species typical of the tropical regions of the Americas, from southern Florida to Mexico and the Caribbean to Brazil and Venezuela.
(3) “Fly Around my Pretty Little Miss” = Traditional folk song already recorded back in the 1920s. Among the first recordings of this song is a version of the “Frank Blevins And His Tar Hell Rattlers String Band” from Ashe County, North Carolina. The name of the band was improvised during the Columbia recording session in the city of Atlanta in 1927, in which the 16-year-old violinist Frank Blevins, his older brother and guitarist Ed Blevins and the instrumentalist Fred Miller on the banjo were the performers. The band’s playing was apparently inspired by shots of corn liquor taken from a convenient jug. Recently, this year, it was recorded by Gillian Welch (with David Rawlings collaboration) and included in an album titled “All The Good Times (2020)”, in which they also cover “Oh Babe It Ain’t No Lie”, “Senor” and “Abandoned love.”
Drawing captured from Bob Dylan’s Key West video on Youtube
Some interesting comments from users (right or wrong) found about this song on Songfacts website:
Barry Mccollom from Plano, Tx:
Just a few insights I have picked up while reading about “Key West(Philosopher Pirate)”. The first verse is pulling lines from a 1926 era song “White House Blues” recorded by Charlie Poole and the North Carolina Ramblers. It is referring to the McKinley Assassination and the subsequent Theodore Roosevelt Administration. Dylan’s latter day work is full of references to various source materials from old songs. For me researching these little gems has been a source of pleasure and an education as well. Dylan has an encyclopedic knowledge that he imparts obliquely, allusively and elusively. The verse about being wed to a prostitute has been explained as referring to the Prophet Hosea and his wife Gomer who was an unfaithful woman. The age of 12 is close to bar mitzvah. Is Dylan referring to his family of origin religion? Perhaps. The other line that I didn’t quite get was “Key West is on the horizon line.” An explanation that I like is that this island refuge and paradise is always out in front of the wanderer forever receding in front like a wavering mirage in the distance. The lazy accordion and the length of the song lend to the hypnotic effect of the imagery of the heat and potent flowers. Another “Shelter From the Storm”…”if you’ve lost your mind you will find it there.”
Jm from Szeged, Hungary:
About ‘married a prostitute at 12’, wasn’t this about his bar mitzvah, being made part of the Jewish religion? Note ‘forced to marry’ and ‘we’re still friends’. Ain’t it cute…?.. — And McKinley was Muddy Waters’ name – although I see no further Muddy connections here.
Pj from Sf:
The verse about McKinley is a slight re-write of lines from “White House Blues” a folk song by Charlie Poole and others about McKinley’s assassination in 1901, another song like Murder Most Foul about an American President assassinated. “Jimmy” also could refer to Jimmy Rogers who wrote the song from which Dylan’s album is titled, “My Rough and Rowdy Ways”.
John W from Scotland:
The song starts with the doctor asking McKinley if he has anything to confess. McKinley was US president who was assassinated and it seems to me to reference Murder most Foul. McKinley portrayed himself as the people’s president like Kennedy. However he was also responsible for the Spanish American war and conquered and colonised Cuba, Puerto Rico, Hawaii and the Phillippines for the US and he later became closely associated with big business interests. Key West is the nearest point in the US to Cuba and it had a significant Cuban population. It has a naval base and was important during the Spanish American War. It was also important during Kennedy’s Cuban missile crisis. Following the assassination the FBI and later the CIA were set up to protect the president, which offers another link to Murder most foul. So McKinley is a ‘man of contradictions’.
I think this song is about a poisoned paradise where the rich and famous have gone to wear hibiscus flowers in their hair and over-dress in the heat. And “nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row.”
Apparently, being forced at age 12 to marry a prostitute also may refer to a common custom during the 17th and 18th centuries in some European countries that consisted of forcing convicted juvenile delinquents to marry prostitutes, offering them freedom in exchange, with the sole condition that they accept said imposition.
As an interesting reference, you can follow the following link:
Bob Dylan’s Last Album “Rough And Rowdy Ways” Lyrics
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
I crossed the Rubicon on the 14th day of the most dangerous month of the year At the worst time at the worst place – that’s all I seem to hear I got up early so I could greet the Goddess of the Dawn I painted my wagon – I abandoned all hope and I crossed the Rubicon
The Rubicon is the Red River, going gently as she flows Redder then your ruby lips and the blood that flows from the rose Three miles north of purgatory – one step from the great beyond I prayed to the cross and I kissed the girls and I crossed the Rubicon
What are these dark days I see in this world so badly bent How can I redeem the time – the time so idly spent How much longer can it last – how long can this go on I embraced my love put down my head and I crossed the Rubicon
I feel the bones beneath my skin and they’re tremblin’ with rage I’ll make your wife a widow – you’ll never see old age Show me one good man in sight that the sun shines down upon I pawned my watch and I paid my debts and I crossed the Rubicon
Put my heart upon the hill where some happiness I’ll find If I survive then let me love – let the hour be mine Take the high road – take the low, take the one you’re on I poured the cup and I passed it along and I crossed the Rubicon
You defiled the most lovely flower in all of womanhood Others can be tolerant – others can be good I’ll cut you up with a crooked knife and I’ll miss you when you’re gone I stood between heaven and earth and I crossed the Rubicon
You won’t find any happiness here – no happiness or joy Go back to the gutter and try your luck – find you some nice young pretty boy Tell me how many men I need and who I can count upon I strapped my belt and buttoned my coat and I crossed the Rubicon
I feel the Holy Spirit inside and see the light that freedom gives I believe it’s within the reach of every man who lives Keep as far away as possible – it’s darkest ‘fore the dawn I turned the key and I broke it off and I crossed the Rubicon
Mona Baby, are you still in my mind – I truly believe that you are Couldn’t be anybody else but you who’s come with me this far The killing frost is on the ground and the autumn leaves are gone I lit the torch and I looked to the east and I crossed the Rubicon
Mnemosyne (Mother of Muses and Goddess of Memory) by Rossetti
Bob Dylan’s Last Album “Rough And Rowdy Ways” Lyrics
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Mother of Muses sing for me Sing of the mountains and the deep dark sea Sing of the lakes and the nymphs in the forest Sing your hearts out – all you women of the chorus Sing of honor and fame and of glory be Mother of Muses, sing for me
Mother of Muses sing for my heart Sing for a love too soon to depart Sing of the Heroes who stood alone Whose names are engraved on tablets of stone Who struggled with pain so the world could go free Mother of Muses, sing for me
Sing of Sherman – Montgomery and Scott Sing of Zhukov and Patton and the battles they fought Who cleared the path for Presley to sing Who carved out the path for Martin Luther King Who did what they did and then went on their way Man, I could tell their stories all day
I’m falling in love with Calliope She doesn’t belong to anybody – why not give her to me She’s speaking to me, speaking with her eyes I’ve grown so tired of chasing lies Mother of Muses wherever you are I’ve already outlived my life by far
Mother of Muses unleash your wrath Things I can’t see – they’re blocking my path Show me your wisdom – tell me my fate Put me upright – make me walk straight Forge my identity from the inside out You know what I’m talking about
Take me to the river and release your charms Let me lay down in your sweet lovin’ arms Wake me – shake me – free me from sin Make me invisible like the wind Got a mind to ramble – got a mind to roam I’m travelin’ light and I’m slow coming home
Bob Dylan’s Last Album “Rough And Rowdy Ways” Lyrics
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
I live on a street named after a saint Women in the churches wear powder and paint Where the Jews and the Catholics and the Muslims all pray I can tell they party from a mile away Goodbye Jimmy Reed, Jimmy Reed indeed Give me that old-time religion, it’s just what I need
For thine is the kingdom, the power and the Glory Go tell it on the mountain, go tell the real story Tell it in that straightforward puritanical tone In the mystic hours, when a person’s alone Goodbye Jimmy Reed, God speed Thump on the bible, proclaim a creed
You won’t amount to much, the people all said ‘Cos I didn’t play guitar behind my head Never pandered, never acted proud Never took off my shoes, threw ‘em into the crowd Goodbye Jimmy Reed, goodbye and good night Put a jewel in your crown and I’ll put out the light
They threw everything at me, everything in the book I had nothing to fight with but a butcher’s hook They had no pity, they never lent a hand I can’t sing a song that I don’t understand Goodbye Jimmy Reed, goodbye and good luck I can’t play the record ‘cos my needle got stuck
Transparent woman in a transparent dress Suits you well I must confess I break open your grapes, I suck out the juice I need you like my head needs a noose Goodbye Jimmy Reed, goodbye and so long I thought I could resist her, but I was so wrong
God be with you, brother dear If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you here? Ah nothing much, I’m just looking for the man Came to see where he’s lying in this lost land Goodbye Jimmy Reed, and everything within you Can’t you hear me calling from down in Virginia
Bob Dylan’s Last Album “Rough And Rowdy Ways” Lyrics
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Black Rider Black Rider you been livin’ too hard You been up all night havin’ to stay on your guard The path that you’re walkin’ – is too narrow to walk Every step of the way another stumblin’ block The road that you’re on – same road that you know But it’s not the same as – it was a minute ago
Black Rider Black Rider you’ve seen it all You’ve seen the great world and you’ve seen the small You fell into the fire and you’re eating the flame Better seal up your lips if you want to stay in the game Be reasonable Mister – be honest be fair Let all of your earthly thoughts be a prayer
Black Rider Black Rider all dressed in black I’m walking away and you try to make me look back My heart is at rest I’d like to keep it that way I don’t want to fight – at least not today Go home to your wife stop visiting mine One of these days I’ll forget to be kind
Black Rider Black Rider tell me when – tell me how If there ever was a time then let it be now Let me go through – open the door My soul is distressed my mind is at war Don’t hug me – don’t flatter me – don’t turn on the charm I’ll take out a sword and have to hack off your arm
Black Rider Black Rider hold it right there The size of your cock will get you nowhere I’ll suffer in silence I’ll not make a sound Maybe I’ll take the – high moral ground Some enchanted evening I’ll sing you a song Black Rider Black Rider you’ve been on the job too long
Bob Dylan’s Last Album “Rough And Rowdy Ways” Lyrics
WRITTEN By BOB DYLAN
I’m sitting on my terrace, Lost in the stars Listening to the sounds of The sad guitars. Been thinking it all over, And I thought it all through I’ve made up my mind To give myself to you.
I saw the first Fall of snow I saw the flowers Come and go. I don’t think That anyone Ever… else, Ever knew… I’ve made up my mind To give myself to you.
I’m giving myself To you, I am From Salt Lake City To Birmingham, From east L.A. To San Antone. I don’t think I could bare To live my life alone.
My eye’s like A shooting star It looks at nothing Here or there, Looks at nothing Near or far. No one ever told me It’s just something I knew I’ve made up my mind to Give myself to you.
If I had the wings Of a snow white dove I’d preach the gospel The gospel of love A love so real A love so true. I’ve made up my mind To give myself to you.
Take me out travelin’, You’re a travelin’ man, Show me something That I’ll understand. I’m not what I was Things aren’t what they were I’ll go far away from home With her.
I’ve traveled the long road Of despair I’ve met a no other Traveler there. A lot of people gone, A lot of people I knew, I’ve made up my mind To give myself to you.
Well, my heart’s like a river, A river that sings Just takes me a while To realize things. I’ll see you at sunrise I’ll see you at dawn I’ll lay down beside you When everyone’s gone
I’ll travel from the mountains To the sea I Hope that the Gods Go easy with me. I knew you’d say yes I’m saying it too I’ve made up my mind To give myself to you.
Bob Dylan’s Last Album “Rough And Rowdy Ways” Lyrics
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
All through the summers and into January I’ve been visiting morgues and monasteries Looking for the necessary body parts Limbs and livers and brains and hearts
I want to bring someone to life – is what I want to do I want to create my own version of you
Well, It must be the winter of my discontent I wish you’d taken me with you wherever you went They talk all night – they talk all day Not for a second do I believe what they say
I want to bring someone to life – someone I’ve never seen You know what I mean – you know exactly what I mean
I’ll take Scarface Pacino and the Godfather Brando Mix ‘em up in a tank and get a robot commando If I do it upright and put the head on straight I’ll be saved by the creature that I create I get blood from a cactus – make gunpowder from ice I don’t gamble with cards and I don’t shoot no dice Can you look in my face with your sightless eye Can you cross your heart and hope to die
I’ll bring someone to life – someone for real Someone who feels the way that I feel
I study Sanskrit and Arabic to improve my mind I want to do things for the benefit of all mankind I say to the willow tree – don’t weep for me I’m saying the hell with all things that used to be I get into trouble and I hit the wall No place to turn – no place at all I pick a number between one and two And I ask myself what would Julius Caesar do
I’ll bring someone to life – in more ways than one Don’t matter how long it takes – it’ll be done when it’s done
I’m gonna make you play the piano like Leon Russell Like Liberace – like St. John the Apostle I’ll play every number that I can play I’ll see you baby on Judgement Day After midnight if you still want to meet I’ll be at the Black Horse Tavern on Armageddon Street Two doors down not that far to walk I’ll hear your footsteps – you won’t have to knock
I’ll bring someone to life – balance the scales I’m not gonna get involved in any insignificant details
You can bring it to St. Peter – you can bring it to Jerome You can move it on over – bring it all the way home Bring it to the corner where the children play You can bring it to me on a silver tray
I’ll bring someone to life – spare no expense Do it with decency and common sense
Can you tell me what it means to be or not to be You won’t get away with fooling me Can you help me walk that moonlight mile Can you give me the blessings of your smile
I want to bring someone to life – use all my powers Do it in the dark in the wee small hours
I can see the history of the whole human race It’s all right there – its carved into your face Should I break it all down – should I fall on my knees Is there light at the end of the tunnel – can you tell me please Stand over there by the Cypress tree Where the Trojan women and children were sold into slavery Long before the First Crusade Way back before England or America were made Step right into the burning hell Where some of the best known enemies of mankind dwell Mister Freud with his dreams and Mister Marx with his axe See the raw hide lash rip the skin off their backs Got the right spirit – you can feel it you can hear it You got what they call the immortal spirit You can feel it all night you can feel it in the morn Creeps into your body the day you are born One strike of lightning is all that I need And a blast of ‘lectricity that runs at top speed Show me your ribs – I’ll stick in the knife I’m gonna jump start my creation to life I want to bring someone to life – turn back the years Do it with laughter – do it with tears
Bob Dylan’s Last Album “Rough And Rowdy Ways” Lyrics
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Another day that don’t end, Another ship going out Another day of anger, bitterness and doubt I know how it happened, I saw it begin I opened my heart to the world, And the world came in
Hello Mary Lou, hello Miss Pearl My fleet footed guides From the underworld No stars in the sky Shine brighter than you You girls mean business, And I do too
Well I’m the enemy of treason A enemy of strife I’m the enemy of the unlived, Meaningless life I ain’t no false prophet, I just know what I know I go where only the lonely can go
I’m first among equals, Second to none The last of the best, You can bury the rest Bury ’em naked With their silver and gold Put ’em six feet under And then pray for their souls
What are you lookin’ at? There’s nothin’ to see Just a cool breeze That’s encircling me Let’s go for a walk In the garden, So far and so wide We can sit in the shade By the fountain side
I’ve searched the world over For the Holy Grail I sing songs of love, I sing songs of betrayal Don’t care what I drink, I don’t care what I eat I climbed a mountain of swords On my bare feet
You don’t know me darling, You never would guess I’m not like my ghostly Appearance would suggest I ain’t no false prophet, I just said what I said I’m just here to bring vengeance On somebody’s head
Put out your hand, There’s nothin’ to hold Open your mouth, I’ll stuff it with gold Aw, you poor devil, Look up if you will The City of God is up there On the hill
Hello stranger, Hello and goodbye You rule the land, But so do I You lusty old mule, You got a poisoned brain I’ll marry you To a ball and chain.
You know darlin’, The kinda life that I live When your smile meets my smile, Somethin’ has got to give I ain’t no false prophet, nah, I’m nobody’s bride Can’t remember when I was born, And I forgot when I died
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