From "Words Fill My Head" pages of Olof Bjorner.

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Talkin' Folklore Center Bob Dylan © 1962

I came down to New York town Got out and started walking around I's up around 62nd Street All of a sudden comes a cop on his beat Said my hair was too long Said my boots were too dirty Said my hat was un-American Said he'd throw me in jail. So I got on a subway and took a seat Got out on 42nd Street I met this fellow named Delores there He started rubbin' his hands through my hair I figured somethin' was wrong So I ran through ten hot-dog stands, four movie houses And a couple a dancing studios To get back on the subway train. The wind it blew me north and south It blew me in a coffee house I met this fellow with sun glasses on He told me he sung folksongs I believed him 'cause he was wearing sun glasses. He sung "Scarlet Ribbons" 'bout ten times or more He sung "Michael Row the Boat Ashore" He sung "Where Do All the Flowers Go?" There was no folksong he didn't know The ones he didn't know he didn't like anyway. On MacDougal Street I saw a cubby hole I went in to get out of the cold Found out after I'd entered The place was called the Folklore Center Owned by Izzy Young He's always in the back of the center. They got real records and real books Anybody can walk in and look You don't have to own a Cadillac car Or a nine hundred and fifty-two dollar guitar Do like most people do Walk in, walk around, walk out. But that's not the way you see That ain't the way it oughta be There's just one way a lookin' at it You shouldn't take this place for granted That'll always be here. So go down and buy a record or book Don't just walk around and look You can do that when you go uptown When you come down here you're on common ground Common people ground Common guitar people ground We need every inch of it.