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Angelina 1 Bob Dylan © 1981 by Special Rider Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

26 Mar 1981 the bootleg series volumes 1-3     [rare and unreleased] 1961-1991

Shot Of Love session 1, Rundown Studios, Santa Monica CA - 26.mar.1981 overdub 4.may.1981, BS-3 version Well it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawin' back while my left hand advances Where the current is strong an' the monkey dances To the tune of a concertina. Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as i go from shore to shore I know what it is that has drawn me to your door But whatever could it be makes you think you've seen me before Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina. His eyes were two slits make any snake proud With a face that any painter would paint as he walked thru the crowd Worshippin' a god with a body of a woman well-endowed An' the head of a hyena. Do i need your permission to turn the other cheek? If you can read my mind why must i speak? No i have heard nothin' about the man that you seek Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina. In the valley of the giants where the stars 'n' stripes explode The peaches they were sweet an' the milk 'n' honey flowed I was only followin' instructions when the judge sent me down the road With your subpoena. When you cease to exist then who will you blame? I've tried my best to love you but i cannot play this game Your best friend an' my worst enemy is one an' the same Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina. There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone Your servants are half dead, you're down to the bone Tell me, tall men where would you like to be overthrown In Jerusalem or Argentina? She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old Now her vengeance has been satisfied an' her positions have been sold He's surrended by god's angels an' she's wearin' a blindfold but so are you Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina. I see pieces of men marchin', tryin' to take heaven by force I can see the unknown rider, i can see the pale white horse In god's truth name tell me what you want an' you'll have it of course Just step into the arena. Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases Past the tree of smoke, past the angel with four faces Beggin' god for mercy an' weepin' in unholy places Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.

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Angelina 2

26 Mar 1981 SPRINGTIME IN NEW YORK:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 16 / 1980-1985

Shot Of Love session 1, Rundown Studios, Santa Monica CA - 26.mar.1981, BS-16 version Well it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawin' back while my left hand advances Where the current is strong an' the monkey dances To the tune of a concertina. Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as i go from shore to shore I know what it is that has drawn me to your door But I don’t know what it is makes you think you've seen me before Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina. Her eyes were two slits that would make any snake proud With a face that any painter would paint and she was well-endowed Praising the dead as she rode a donkey through the crowd Or was it a hyena. Do i need your permission to turn my other cheek? If you can read my thoughts then why must i speak? No i have heard nothin' about the man that you seek Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina. In the valley of the giants where the stars an' stripes explode The peaches they were sweet an' the milk an' honey flowed I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road With your subpoena. The peaceful exchange of ideas for you was always too tame Inter-tribal warfare was always more your style and your game Your best friend an' my best enemy is one an' the same Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina. There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone Your servants are half dead, you're down to the bone Tell me, tall men where would you like to be overthrown In Jerusalem or Argentina? She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old Now her vengeance has been satisfied an' her strength cards are showin’ gold He's surrended by god's angels an' she's wearin' a blindfold and so are you Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina. I see pieces of men marchin', tryin' to take heaven by force I can see the unknown rider, i can see the pale white horse In god’s truth name tell me what you want and you’ll have it of course Just step into the arena. Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases Past the tree of smoke, past the angel with four faces Beggin' god for mercy an' weepin' an' moanin' in unholy places Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina, oh Angelina.