My Woman She's A-Leavin'

Bob Dylan

The Basement Tapes - may/october 1967  

from Tony Attwood: ''Untold Dylan'' bob-dylan.org.uk/archives/7515 

Broken out and fighting
But she's all right out of need
And she's already mourning in my hand
She's opened as some pages 
But I don't have the need
But she's already cheatin' my stand
Every time you morning plea
I'll open this heart to please
But she's already held me in my hand

Now early in the morning
She's hot in hand to hold
I'm a walling stone of desire
Well ... to my potato
Let be hungry but she's feeling
And she's all mashed up like to die
But she don't leave me no combination
And I don't need no congregation
And she hear them preachin' on the fire

Well ... chance a thing 
To hear none bell a ring
Ma for it ain't a fire
No reason on the pendulum
Mama's kitchen is all a tank
But she's all messed up with fire
Well I hate to be no streetin'
But my woman she's a-leavin'
And my feel don't stand if she's no liar.