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Bob Dylan's New Orleans Rag 1 (New Orleans Rag) Bob Dylan © 1963, 1970 Warner Bros. Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

24 Oct 1963 GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES (T-393) GREAT WHITE WONDER (vinyl bootleg) STEALIN (vinyl bootleg) PORTRAIT (vinyl bootleg)

The Times They Are A-Changin' session 5, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 24 Oct 1963 I was sittin' on a stump down in New Orleans I was feelin' kinda low down, dirty an' mean Along come a fella an' he didn't even ask He said, "I know of a woman who can fix you up fast." Well i didn't think twice, i just said like i should "Let's go find this lady who can do me some good." We walked across Rampart on a sailin' spree An' we come to a door called one-oh-three. I's just about ready to give my little knock When out comes a fella who couldn't even walk He's linkin' an' a-slinkin', couldn't stand on his feet An' he moaned an' he groaned an' he shuffled down the street. Well, out of the door there comes another man He couldn't even talk an' he couldn't even stand He moaned an' he groaned an' he shuffled his feet An' he slid slidin' backwards down on Rampart street. Well, i peeked thru the key hole an' comin' down the hall Was a long legged man who could hardly crawl He had a terrible mean look in his eye Like he'd just fall to burn, he's was ready to die. Well somebody else with his hell of a miss Fell out of the window an' he fell the test Well he slid an' he slunk in broken french An' he looked like he'd been thru a monkey wrench. Well, by this time i was a-scared to knock I was a-scared to move, i's in a state of shock I hummed a little tune an' i shuffled my feet An' i started walkin' backwards down Rampart street. Well, i got to the corner i tried my best smile I turned around the corner an' i ran a bloody mile Man, i wasn't around for to meet my wife I's just a-runnin' for to save my life. Well, i's coughin' in my ears an' wheezin' in my chest I musta run a mile in a minute or less I tripped on a log an' i flumped on a stump I caught a fast freight train with a one-arm jump. So if you're travellin' down Louisiana way An' you're feelin' kinda lonesome an' you need a place to stay Man, you're better off in your misery Than to tackle that lady in one-oh-three.

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Bob Dylan's New Orleans Rag 2

12 Apr 1963 STOLEN MOMENTS:     New York Town Hall 12th April 1963 (T-978) THE BANJO TAPE & NYC TOWN HALL (T-452) ACOUSTIC SET N.Y.C. 1963 (T-109) BLACK NITE CRASH (vinyl bootleg)

Town Hall, NYC - 12.apr.1963 This one's called New Orleans Rag, you'll find out why... I'll try to remember all the verses for you. At one time this was very long. But ... I don't think it will be quite that long tonight I'll try to see what I can put in it though. I was sittin' on a stump down in New Orleans I was feelin' kinda low down, dirty an' mean Along come a fella an' he didn't even ask He said, "I know of a woman who can fix you up fast." Well i didn't think twice, i said like i should "Let's go find this lady who can do me some good." We walked across Rampart on a sailin' spree An' we come to a door called one-oh-three. I's just about ready to give my little knock When out comes a fella who couldn't even walk He's linkin' an' a-slinkin', couldn't stand on his feet An' he moaned an' he groaned an' he shuffled down the street. Well, out of the door there comes another man He wiggled an' he wobbled, he couldn't hardly stand He had this fistfightin' look in his eyes Like he just fought a bear he was ready to die. Well, i peeked thru the key crack comin' down the hall Was a long legged man who could hardly crawl He muttered an' he uttered in broken french An' he looked like he'd been thru a monkey wrench. Well, by this time i was scared to knock I was scared to move, i's in a state of shock I hummed a little tune an' i shuffled my feet An' i started walkin' backwards down Rampart street. Well, i got to the corner i tried my best smile I turned around the corner an' i ran a bloody mile Man, i was runnin' 'cause I was sick I 's just a runnin' to get outta there quick. Well, i tripped right along an' i'm a-wheezin' in my chest I musta run a mile in a minute or less I walked on a log an' i tripped on a stump I caught a fast freight train with a one-arm jump. So if you're travellin' down Louisiana way An' you feel kinda lonesome an' you need a place to stay Man, you're better off in your misery Than to tackle that lady at one-oh-three.