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Farewell 1 Bob Dylan © 1963, 1973 Warner Bros. Music, renewed 1991 Special Rider Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

19 Jan 1963 BROADSIDE (T-441)

Folkways Studios - 19.jan.1963, backup vocals Gil Turner Oh, it's fare thee well, my darlin' true I'm a-leavin' in the first hour of the morn I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico Or maybe the coast of Californ. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day another time It's not the leavin' that's a-grievin' me But my darling who's bound to stay behind. Oh, the weather is against me an' the wind blows hard An' the rain she's turnin' into hail I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west Though i'm travellin' on a path beaten trail. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day another time It's not the leavin' that's grievin' me But my darling who's bound to stay behind. I will write you a letter form time to time As i'm ramblin' you can travel with me too With my head, my heart an' my hands, my love I will send what i know back home to you. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day another time It's not the leavin' that's a-grievin' me But my darling who's bound to stay behind. I will tell you of troubles an' of laughter Be it somebody else's or my own With my hands in my pocket and my coat collar high I will travel unnoticed an' unknown. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day another time It's not the leavin' that's a-grievin' me But my darling who's bound to stay behind.

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Farewell 2

8 Feb 1963 THE BANJO TAPE & NYC TOWN HALL (T-452) GWW SEEMS LIKE A FREEZE OUT (vinyl bootleg) BURN SOME MORE (vinyl bootleg) 26 Apr 1963 STUDS TERKEL'S WAX MUSEUM THE ROAR OF A WAVE (T-966) BEFORE THE FLOOD AND AFTER THE FIRE (T-305)

Basement of Gerde's Folk City, NYC - 8.feb.1963 Studs Turkel Wax Museum, WFMT Radio, Chicago IL - 26.apr.1963 Two lyrics with small differences Oh, it's fare thee well, my darlin' true I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico Or maybe the coast of Californ. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day another time [It's not | It ain't] the leavin' that's a-grievin' me But my darling who's bound to stay behind. Oh, the weather is against me an' the wind blows hard The rain she's a-turnin' into hail [Though i | I] still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west Though i'm travellin' on a path beaten trail. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day another time [It's not | It ain't] the leavin' that's a-grievin' me But [my darling | my true love] who's bound to stay behind. I've heard tell of a town where i might [| as] well be bound It's down [by | around] the old mexican plains Oh, they say that the people are all friendly there An' all they ask of you is your name. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day another time [It's not | It ain't] the leavin' that's a-grievin' me But my darling who's bound to stay behind.

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Farewell 3

Mar 1963 THE WITMARK DEMOS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 9 / 1962-1964 THROUGH A BULLET OF LIGHT (WITMARK DEMOS) (T-378) GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 3 The Third One Now (T-636)

Witmark Studio, NYC - march 1963 Oh, it's fare thee well, my darlin' true I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico Or maybe the coast of Californ. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day another time It ain't the leavin' that's a-grievin' me But my true love who's bound to stay behind. Oh, the weather is against me an' the wind blows hard The rain she's turnin' into hail I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west Though i'm travellin' on a path beaten trail. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day another time It ain't the leavin' that's a-grievin' me But my darling who's bound to stay behind. I will write you letters form time to time As i'm ramblin' you can travel with me too With my head, my heart an' my hands, my love I will send what i learn back home to you. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day another time It ain't the leavin' that's a-grievin' me But my true love who's bound to stay behind. I will tell you of laughter an' of troubles Be it somebody else's or my own With my hands in my pocket and my coat collar high I will travel unnoticed an' unknown. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day, another time It ain't the leavin' that's a-grievin' me But my true love who's bound to stay behind. I've heard tell of a town where i might as well be bound It's down around the old mexican plains They say that the people are all friendly there An' all they ask of you is your name. So it's fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day, another time It ain't the leavin' that's grievin' me But my true love who's bound to stay behind.