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Bob Dylan's Blues 1 Bob Dylan © 1963 Warner Bros. Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

9 July 1962 THE FREEWHEELIN' BOB DYLAN 9 July 1962 THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY COLLECTION #2 Feb 1963 THE ROAR OF A WAVE: Radio Shows (T-966) PARANOID BLUES (T-106)

The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan session 3, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 9.jul.1962, take 3 CO75718-3, album version Skip Weshner show, WBAI Studios, NYC - february 1963 Unlike most of the songs nowadays bein' written in Tin Pan alley That's where most of the folksongs come from nowadays This this is a song that wasn't written up there This was written somewhere down in the United States. Well the lone ranger an' Tonto They're ridin' down the line Fixin' everybody's troubles Everybody's 'cept mine Someone musta told 'em that i was doin' fine. Oh you five an' ten cent women With nothing in your heads I got a real gal i'm lovin', lord An' i'll love till i'm dead Go 'way from my door an' my window too, right now. Lord, i ain't goin' down to no race track See no sportscar run I don't have no sportscar An' i don't even care to have one I can walk anytime around the block. Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me Up an' down the street With my hat in my hand An' my boots on my feet Watch out so you don't step on me. Well, look it here buddy You wanna be like me Pull out your six shooter An' rob every bank you can see Tell the judge i said it was all right. Yeah!

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Bob Dylan's Blues 2

9 July 1962 THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY COLLECTION #1

The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan session 3, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 9.jul.1962, take 2 CO75718-2 Well, i feel like runnin' down the Shenandoah I got a home on the highway I feel i'm bound to go Bound to go, bound to go. An' the lone ranger and Tonto They are ridin' down the line They're fixin' everybody's troubles Everybody's 'cept mine Somebody musta told 'em that i was doin' fine. Oh you five and ten cent women With nothin' in your heads I got a real gal i'm lovin' An' i'll love her till i'm dead Go away from my door and my window too. I ain't goin' down to no race track See no sports car run I don't have no sports car Lord, i don't even wish to have one I can walk all the way around the block. I got a clock in my stomach And a watch in my head I'm a-tickin' so loud, Lord, i'm gonna wound up dead Yes, i will, no i won't, maybe i will. Well, i gotta keep on a-goin' Up an' down the street With my hat in my hand An' my boots on my feet Here i come, here i go, come again. Look it here buddy You want to be like me Pull out your gun An' rob every bank you can see Tell the judge i said it was all right. Yes!

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Bob Dylan's Blues 3

Apr 1963 THE WITMARK DEMOS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 9 / 1962-1964 THROUGH A BULLET OF LIGHT [Witmark Demos] (T-378)

Witmark Studio, NYC - april 1963 Well the lone ranger an' Tonto Were ridin' down the line Fixin' everybody's troubles Everybody's 'cept mine Someone musta told 'em that i was doin' fine. I feel like runnin' Down the shinin' door I got a lonely highway I'm feelin' i'm bound to go Bound to go, bound to go, bound to go. Oh you five an' ten cent women With nothin' in your heads I got a real gal i'm lovin', lord An' i'll love till i'm dead Go 'way from my door an' my window too. I ain't goin' down to no race track See no pony run I don't have no pony, lord An' i don't even want one I can walk all the time around the block. Well, look it here buddy You wanna be like me Pull out your six shooter An' rob every bank you can see Tell the judge that i said it was all right. And the wind keeps a-blowin' Up an' down the street With my hat in my hand An' my boots on my feet Watch out so you don't step all over me. I feel like runnin' Down the shinin' door I got a lonely highway I'm feelin' i'm bound to go Bound to go, bound to go, bound to go.