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I Shall Be Free No 10 1 Bob Dylan © 1971 Special Rider Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

9 June 1964 ANOTHER SIDE OF BOB DYLAN ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Another Side session, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 9.jun.1964, album version I'm just average, common too I'm just like him an' the same as you I'm everybody's brother an' son I ain't different from anyone It ain't no use a-talkin' to me It's just the same as talkin' to you. I was shadow boxin' early in the day I figured i was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum Cassius Clay here i come" 26, 27, 28, 29, Gonna make your face look just like mine 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Cassius Clay you better run 99, 100, 101, 102, Your ma won't even recognize you 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, Gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen. Well, i dont know but i been told The streets of heaven are lined with gold I ask you how things can get much worse If the russians happen to get up there first Wowee, pretty scary. Now, i'm a liberal but to a degree I want everybody to be free But if you think i'll let Barry Goldwater Move in next door an' marry my daughter You must think i'm crazy I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba! Well, i set my monkey on the log An' ordered him to do the dog He wagged his tail an' shook his head An' he went an' did the cat instead He's a weird monkey, very funky. I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on Waitin' to play tennis in the noonday sun I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist An' my wig-hat was fallin in my face But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court. I got a woman she's so mean She sticks my boots in the washin' machine Sticks me with buckshot when i'm nude Puts bubblegum in my food She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey. Now i've got a friend who spends his life Stabbin' my picture with a Bowie knife He dreams of stranglin' me with a scarf When my name comes up he pretends to barf I've got a million friends! Now they asked me to read a poem At the sorority sister's home I got knocked down an' my head was swimmin' I wound up with the dean of women Yippee i'm a poet an' i know it Hope i don't blow it! I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange So i look like a walkin moutain range And i'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse Out to the country club an the golf course Carry the New York Times Shoot a few holes, blow their minds. Now you're probably wonderin' by now Just what this song is all about What's probably got you baffled more Is what this thing here is for It's nothin' It's somethin' i learned over in England.

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I Shall Be Free No 10 2

9 June 1964 50TH ANNIVERSARY COLLECTION 1964 #3 HIGHWAY 61 INTERACTIVE (cd-rom)

Another Side session, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 9.jun.1964, take 4 Now i'm just average, common too I'm just like him an' the same as you I'm everybody's brother an' son I ain't no different from anyone So don't talk to me It's just the same as talkin' to you. I was shadow boxin' in the middle of the day I figured i was ready for Cassius Clay Yellin', "Fee, fie, fo, fum Cassius Clay here i come" 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Cassius Clay you better run 26, 27, 28, 29, Gonna make your face look just like mine 18, 19, 20, I'm gonna make you flatter than a penny 100, 101, 102, Your ma won't even recognize you 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, Gonna knock you clean right out of your spleen. Well, i dont know but i been told The streets of heaven are lined with gold I ask you how things can get much worse If the russians happen to get up there first Wowee, pretty scary. Now, i'm a liberal but to a degree I want everybody now to be free But if you think i'll let Barry Goldwater Move in next door, marry my daughter You're crazy I wouldn't let him do that even if i played the tuba, for all the farms in Cuba! I set my monkey on the log An' ordered him to do the dog He wagged his tail an' shook his head An' he went out an' did the cat instead He's a weird monkey, very funky. I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on Waitin' to play tennis in the noonday sun I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist An' my wig-hat was fallin' in my face But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court. I got a woman she's so mean She sticks my boots in the washin' machine Sticks me with buckshot when i'm nude Puts bubblegum in my food She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey. Now i've got a friend who spends his life Stabbin' my picture with a Bowie knife Dreams of stranglin' me with a scarf When my name comes up he pretends to barf I've got a million friends! Now they asked me to read a poem At the sorority sister's home I got knocked down an' my head was swimmin' An' i wound up with the dean of women Now i'm a poet an' i know it Hope i don't blow it! Now i don't dig ditches or anything I never work, i don't do a thing I want to school but then i stopped I don't what i'm gonna do when i grow up I might go into entertainment And i work at it.

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I Shall Be Free No 10 3 (uncomplete)

9 June 1964 50TH ANNIVERSARY COLLECTION 1964 #2 GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 3     The Third One Now (T-636) THE EMMETT GROGAN ACETATES     & OTHER RARITIES (T-079)

Another Side session, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 9.jun.1964, take 3 I am average, common too I'm just like him, the same as you I'm everybody's brother an' son I ain't different than anyone Ain't no use to talk to me It's just like talkin' to you. Well, i was shadow boxin' with myself one day I figured i was ready for Cassius Clay I yelled "Fee, fie, fo, fum Cassius Clay here i come" 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Cassius Clay you better run 26, 27, 28, 29, Gonna make your face look just like mine 99, 100, 101, 102, Your ma won't even recognize you 15, 16, 17, 18, Gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen. Now, i don't know but i been told The streets of heaven are lined with gold I ask you how things could get much worse If the Russians happen to get up there first Wowee, scary. Now, i'm a liberal but to a degree I want everybody to be free But if you think i'll let Barry Goldwater Move in next door, marry my daughter You're crazy I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba! Well i set my monkey on the log An' ordered him to do the dog He wagged his tail an' shook his head An' he went an' did the cat instead He's a weird monkey, very funky. Well i sat with my high-heeled sneakers on Waitin' to play tennis in the noonday sun I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist An' my wig-hat fallin in my face They wouldn't let me on the tennis court. Well i got a woman she's so mean She sticks my boots in the washin' machine Shoots me with buckshot when i'm nude Sticks bubblegum in my food She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey. [interrupted] Now they asked me to read a poem At the sorority sister's home I got knocked down an' my head was swimmin' I wound up with the dean of women Yippee i'm a poet an' i know it Hope i don't blow it! I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange So i look like a walkin moutain range And i'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse Out to the country club an the golf course Carry the New York Times Shoot a few holes, blow their minds. [interrupted] Now i don't think .... ... you're probably wonderin' by now Just what this song is all about What's probably got you baffled more Is what this thing here is for It's nothin' It's somethin' i learned over in England.