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John Brown 1Bob Dylan © 1963 Warner Bros.-7 Arts Inc., 1991 Special Rider Music(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com) |
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Gaslight Cafˇ, NYC - 15.oct.1962 When John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore His mother sure was proud of him As he stood so straight an' tall in his uniform an' all His mother's face broke out all to a grin. "Oh son, you look so fine i'm glad you're a son of mine You make me proud to know you hold a gun Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get We'll put 'em on the wall when you come home." When that old train pulled out John's ma began to shout Tellin' everybody in the whole neighborhood "That's my son that's about to go, he's a soldier now you know." She made well sure the neighbors understood. Lord, lord, understood. She got a letter once in a while an' her face broke into a smile As she showed 'em to the people from next door An' she bragged about her son with his uniform an' gun An' this thing she called a good old fashioned war. Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they never come They ceased to come for about nine months or more Then a letter finally came, sayin', "Go down an' meet the train Your son's a-comin' home from the war." Lord, lord, from the war. Well, she smiled an' went right down, she looked up an' all around But she did not see her soldier son in sight But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last When she did she could hardly believe her eyes. His face was all shot up an' his hand was both blown off An' he wore a metal brace around his waist He whispered kind of slow in a voice she did not know While she could not even recognize his face. "Oh my darling son, tell me what to you they've done How is it that you've come to be this way?" His mouth could hardly move as he tried his best to talk And she did not even recognize his voice. "Oh don't you remember ma, when i went off to war You thought it was the best thing i could do I was on the battleground, you were home feelin' proud Thank god you wasn't standin' in my shoes." "Lord i thought when i was there, god what am i doin' here? I'm tryin' to kill my enemy or i die tryin' But as the enemy came close the thing that hurt me most Is i saw that his face looked just like mine." Lord, lord, just like mine. An' i could not help but think, through the thunder soundin' stink That i was just a puppet in a play An' through the roar an' smoke the string it finally broke An' a cannonball blew my eyes away. As he turned away to walk, his ma was still in shock Seein' the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to go, he called his mother close An' he dropped his medals down into her hand. Lord, lord to her hand. |
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Folkways Studios - february 1963 John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore His mother sure was proud of him He stood so straight an' tall in his uniform an' all His mother's face broke out all in a grin. "Oh son, you look so fine i'm glad you're a son of mine You make me proud to know you hold a gun Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get An' we'll put 'em on the wall when you come home." When that old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout Tellin' everyone in the neighborhood "That's my son that's about to go, he's a soldier now you know." She made well sure her neighbors understood. She got a letter once in a while an' her face broke into a smile As she showed 'em to the people from next door An' she bragged about her son with his uniform an' gun An' this thing she called a good ol' fashioned war. Lord, lord, good ol' fashioned war. Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come They ceased to come for about nine months or more Then a letter finally came, sayin', "Go down an' meet the train Your son's a-comin' home from the war." She smiled an' went right down, she looked up an' all around But she did not see her soldier son in sight But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last When she did she could hardly believe her eyes. His face was all shot up an' his hand was all both blown off An' he wore a metal brace around his waist He whispered kind of slow in a voice she did not know While she could not even recognize his face. "Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what to you they've done How is it that you've come to be this way?" He tried his best to talk as his mouth could hardly move An' his mother had to turn her head away. "Don't you remember ma, when i went off to war You thought it was the best thing i could do I was on the battleground, you were home actin' proud We thank god you wasn't standin' in my shoes." "Lord i thought when i was there, god what am i doin' here? I'm tryin' to kill somebody or i die tryin' But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close An' i saw that his face looked just like mine." Lord, lord, just like mine. An' i could not help but think, through the thunder rollin' stink That i was just a puppet in a play An' thru the roar an' smoke the string it finally broke An' a cannonball it blew my eyes away. As he turned away to walk, his ma was still in shock Seein' the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to go, he called his mother close An' he dropped his medals down into her hand Lord, lord, down to her hand. |
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Studs Turkel Wax Museum, WFMT Radio, Chicago IL - 26.apr.1963 When John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore His mama sure was proud of him He stood so straight an' tall in his uniform an' all His mama's face broke out all to a grin. "Oh son, you look so fine i'm glad you're a son of mine You make me proud to know you hold a gun. Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get An' we'll put 'em on the wall when you come home.'' When that old train pulled out John's ma began to shout Tellin' everybody in the neighborhood "That's my son that's about to go, he's a soldier now you know.'' She made well sure her neighbors understood. She got a letter once in a while an' her face broke into a smile As she showed 'em to the people from next door An' she bragged about her son with his uniform an' gun An' this thing she called a good ol' fashioned war. Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come They ceased to come for about nine months or more Then a letter finally came, sayin', "Go down an' meet the train Your son's a-comin' home from the war.'' Lord, lord, from the war. She smiled an' went right down, she looked up an' all around But she did not see her soldier son in sight But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last When she did she could hardly believe her eyes. Well, his face was all shot up an' his hand was all blown off An' he wore a metal brace around his waist And he whispered kind of slow in a voice she did not know While she could not even recognize his face. Lord, recognize his face. "Tell me my darling son, pray tell me what they've done How is it that you've come to be this way?'' He whispered kind of slow as his mouth could hardly move His mother had to turn her head face away. "Don't you remember ma, when i went off to war You thought it was the best thing i could do I was on the battleground, you were home actin' proud You wasn't there standin' in my shoes. "Lord i thought when i was there, god what am i doin' here? I'm tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin' But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close An' i saw that his face looked just like mine.'' Lord, lord, just like mine. An' i could not help but think, through the thunder soundin' stink That i was just a puppet in a play An' through the roar an' smoke the string it finally broke An' a cannonball blew my eyes away. As he turned away to walk, his ma was still in shock Seein' the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to go, he called his mother close An' he dropped his medals down into her hand. Lord, lord, down to her hand. |
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Witmark Studio, NYC, august 1963 When John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore His mama sure was proud of him He stood so straight an' tall in his uniform an' all His mama's face broke out all to a grin. "Oh son, you look so fine i'm glad you're a son of mine You make me proud to know you hold a gun Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get An' we'll put 'em on the wall when you come home.'' When that old train pulled out John's ma began to shout Tellin' everyone in the neighborhood "That's my son that's about to go, he's a soldier now you know.'' She made well sure her neighbors understood. She got a letter once in a while an' her face broke into a smile As she showed 'em to the people from next door An' she bragged about her son with his uniform an' gun An' this thing she called a good ol' fashioned war. Lord, good ol' fashioned war. Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come They ceased to come for about ten months or more Then a letter finally came, sayin', "Go down an' meet the train Your son's a-comin' home from the war''. She smiled an' went right down, she looked up an' all around But she did not see her soldier son in sight But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last When she did, she could hardly believe her eyes. Well his face was all shot up an' his hand was all blown off An' he wore a metal brace around his waist He whispered kind of slow in a voice she did not know While she could not even recognize his face. Lord, lord, recognize his face! "Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they've done How is it that you've come to be this way?'' He tried his best to talk as his mouth could hardly move An' the mother had to turn her face away. "Don't you remember ma, when i went off to war You thought it was the best thing i could do I was on the battleground, you were home actin' proud You wasn't there standin' in my shoes. Lord i thought when i was there, god what am i doin' here? I'm tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin' But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close An' i saw that his face looked just like mine.'' Lord, lord, just like mine! "An' i could not help but think, thru the thunder soundin' stink That i was just a puppet in a play An' thru the roar an' smoke the string it finally broke An' a cannonball blew my eyes away.'' As he turned away to walk, his ma was still in shock Seein' the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to go, he called his mother close An' he dropped his medals down into her hand. |
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GASLIGHT TAPES (bootleg) | |
Feb 1963 2 | BROADSIDE BALLADS Vol. 1 |
BROADSIDE (bootleg) | |
BLIND BOY GRUNT (vinyl bootleg) | |
70 DOLLAR ROBBERY (vinyl bootleg) | |
12 Apr 1963 | LIVE 1962-1966 Rare Performances From The Copyright Collections |
STOLEN MOMENTS: NEW YORK TOWN HALL 12TH APRIL 1963 (bootleg) | |
26 Apr 1963 3 | THE ROAR OF A WAVE (bootleg) |
STUDS TERKEL'S WAX MUSEUM [Leftfield Media] | |
BEFORE THE FLOOD AND AFTER THE FIRE (bootleg) | |
Aug 1963 4 | THE WITMARK DEMOS: THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 9 / 1962-1964 |
THROUGH A BULLET OF LIGHT (WITMARK DEMOS) (bootleg) | |
GWW THE DEMO TAPES (vinyl bootleg) | |
4 July 1987 | FOXBORO (bootleg) |
19 Oct 1988 | STUCK INSIDE OF NEW YORK (bootleg) |
15 Oct 1990 | THANK YOU EV'RYBODY (bootleg) |
18 Nov 1994 | MTV UNPLUGGED |
DIGNITY MTV UNPLUGGED (single) | |
COMPLETELY UNPLUGGED (bootleg) | |
19 Apr 1996 | THE MAINE EVENT (bootleg) |
16 Dec 1997 | OH BABE IT AIN'T NO LIE (bootleg) |
16 Jan 1998 | VOICES IN THE GARDEN (bootleg) |