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Mississippi 1 Bob Dylan © 1996 Special Rider Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

21 May 2001 "LOVE AND THEFT"

"Love And Theft" sessions, Sony Music Studios NYC - 21.may.2001, album version Every step of the way, we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is pilin' up, we struggle and we scrape We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape. City's just a jungle, more games to play Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away I was raised in the country, I been workin' in the town I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down. Got nothin' for you, I had nothin' before Don't even have anything for myself anymore Sky full of fire, pain pourin' down Nothin' you can sell me, I'll see you around. All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long. Well the devil's in the alley, mule's in the stall Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all I was thinkin' about the things that Rosie said I was dreamin' I was sleepin' in Rosie's bed. Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees So many things that we never will undo I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too. Some people will offer you their hand and some won't Last night I knew you, tonight I don't I need somethin' strong to distract my mind I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind. Well I got here followin' the southern star I crossed that river just to be where you are Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long. Well my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinkin' fast I'm drownin' in the poison, got no future, got no past But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothin' but affection for all those who've sailed with me. Everybody's movin', if they ain't already there Everybody's got to move somewhere Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow Things should start to get interestin' right about now. My clothes are wet, tight on my skin Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in I know that fortune is waitin' to be kind So give me your hand and say you'll be mine. Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long.

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Mississippi 2

Sep 1996 TELL TALE SIGNS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 8     RARE AND UNRELEASED 1989-2006 v.1 #1 FRAGMENTS     TIME OUT OF MIND SESSIONS (1996-1997)     THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 17 v.1 #4 11 Jan 1997 FRAGMENTS     TIME OUT OF MIND SESSIONS (1996-1997)     THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 17 v.1 #1 11 Jan 1997 FRAGMENTS     TIME OUT OF MIND SESSIONS (1996-1997)     THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 17 v.2 #2 14 GEMS FROM THE BOOTLEG SERIES     1963-1997 [2023 MOJO] 17 Jan 1997 TELL TALE SIGNS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 8     RARE AND UNRELEASED 1989-2006 v.2 #2 FRAGMENTS     TIME OUT OF MIND SESSIONS 1996-1997     THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 17 v.2 #6

Time Out of Mind "Teatro" sessions, Real Music studio, Oxnard CA - Sept 1996, BS8 #1, BS17 #4 v.1 (t.1) Time Out of Mind sessions, Criteria studios, Miami FL - 11.jan.1997, BS17 #1 v.1 (f.1) Time Out of Mind sessions, Criteria studios, Miami FL - 11.jan.1997, BS17 #2 v.2 (f.2) Time Out of Mind sessions, Criteria studios, Miami FL - 17.jan.1997, BS8 #2, BS17 #6 v.2 (t.2) [ 4 lightly different lyrics ] Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is pilin' up, we struggle an' we scrape [We're (t.1,f.2,t.2)] all boxed in, nowhere to escape. City's just a jungle, more games to play [We're (t.1,t.2)] trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away I was raised in the country, been workin' in the town [I(f.1,t.2)] been in trouble [ever(f.1)] since i set my suitcase down. [Ain't(t.1,t.2)] got nothin' for you, [I] had nothin' before Don't even have anything for myself anymore Sky's full of fire [and the(t.1,t.2)] pain [is(t.1,t.2)] pourin' down [There's is] nothin' you can sell me, i'll see you around. [All(f.1,f.2,t.2)] my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime [Could never/Ever(f.1)] do you justice in reason or rhyme [There's(t.2)] only one thing i did wrong Stayed in Mississippi [just(f.1)] a day too long. [Well,] [the] devil's in the alley, [the] mule's kickin' in the stall Say anything you wanna, i have heard it all I was thinkin' about the things that Rosie said I was dreamin' i was sleepin' in Rosie's bed. [I'm(t.1)] walkin' through the leaves [that are(f.1)] fallin' from the trees [Feelin' like/I Feel(f.1)] a stranger [here(f.1,f.2)] nobody sees So many things we never will undo I know you're sorry, i'm sorry too. Some people will offer you their hand an' some won't Last night i knew you, tonight i don't I need somethin' strong to distract my mind I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind. [Well,] [i] got here followin' the southern star I crossed that river just to be where you are [The(t.2)] only one thing i did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long. Well, my ship's been split to splinters [an'] it's sinkin' fast I'm drownin' in the poison, got no future, got no past But my heart is not weary, it's light an' it's free [I] got nothin' but affection for [them(t.1,t.2)/those] who've sailed with me. Everybody's movin' if they ain't already there Everybody's [movin' if they(f.1)] got to move somewhere Stick with me baby, anyhow Things should start to get interestin' right about now. My clothes are wet, [and] [they're(f.1,f.2)] tight on my skin Not as tight as the corner that i painted myself in [I know [that(t.1,t.2)] fortune / Fortune i know(f.1)] is waitin' to be kind So give me your hand and say you'll be mine. The emptiness is endless, cold as the clay [You] can always come back, but you can't come back all the way [There's(f.1,t.2)] only one thing i did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long.

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Mississippi 3

17 Jan 1997 TELL TALE SIGNS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 8     RARE AND UNRELEASED 1989-2006 DE v.3 #3 FRAGMENTS     TIME OUT OF MIND SESSIONS (1996-1997)     THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 17 v.3 #5

Time Out of Mind sessions, Criteria studios, Miami FL - 17.jan.1997, v.3, BS8 #3, BS17 #5 I'm standin' in the shadows with an achin' heart I'm looking at the world tear itself apart Minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days I'm still lovin' you in a million ways. Well, the devil's in the alley, there's a mule kicking in my stall Say anything you wanna, i have heard it all I was raised in the country, i been workin' in town I been in trouble ever since i set my suitcase down. Well, i ain't got nothing' for you, i had nothin' before Don't even have anythin' for myself anymore The sky's full of fire, pain is pourin' down There's nothin' you can sell me, i'll see you around. Well, i got here following the southern star I crossed that river just to be where you are There's only one thing i did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long. Well, i been loving you too long, i know you ain't no good It don't make a bit of difference to me, don't see why it should I was thinking about the things that Rosie said I was dreaming i was sleeping in Rosie's bed. Well, i'm walking through the leaves falling from the trees I feel like a stranger nobody sees So many things we never will undo I know you're sorry, i'm sorry too. Some people will offer you their hand and some won't Last night i knew you, tonight i don't I need something strong to distract my mind I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind. Well, everybody's movin' god-knows-where But i'm still here, you're still there Only one thing i did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long. Well, my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fast I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I got nothing but affection for those who have sailed with me. Winter goes into summer, summer goes into fall I look into the mirror, don't see anything at all Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow Things should start to get interesting right about now. My clothes are wet, tight on my skin Not as tight as the corner that i painted myself in I know that fortune is waiting to be kind So give me your hand and say you'll be mine. The emptiness is endless, cold as the clay You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way Only one thing that i did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long.