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New Morning recording session 4, Columbia Studios, NYC - 3.june.1970, with glitches
It was ten years ago on a cold dark night
Someone was shot 'neath the town hall light
The few who saw, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me
The Judge said, ''Son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, you won't have to die''
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life
I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife
She walks these hills in a long black veil
Visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
The scaffold is high, eternity near
She stood in the crowd and shed no tear
But some times at night when the cold wind moans
In a long black veil she shivered over my bones
She walks these hills in a long black veil
Visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me.
It was ten years ago on a cold dark night
Someone was shot 'neath the town hall light
The people who saw but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me
The Judge said, ''Son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, you won't have to die''
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life
I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife
She walks these hills in a long black veil
Visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
The scaffold is high, eternity near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But some times at night when the cold wind moans
In a long black veil she shivered over my bones
She walks these hills in a long black veil
Visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me.
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Recording dates & record list 
BOB DYLAN - 1970