WORDS FILL MY HEAD

 

The Folk Years

 

One Eyed Jacks. 1

Talking Hugh Brown.. 2

Cuban Missile Crisis. 2

Talkin' Devil.. 3

Talking Folklore Center.. 3

I Shall Be Free.. 5

Corrina, Corrina.. 7

Take 2 from The 1st Freewheeliní Bob Dylan recording session 24 April 1962. 7

Last verse from take 2 from The 4th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan recording session 26 October 1962. 7

Baby, I'm In The Mood For You.. 8

Take 2 from The 3rd Freewheeliní Bob Dylan recording session 9 July 1962. 8

Bob Dylan's Blues. 8

Take 2 from the 3rd Freewheeliní Bob Dylan recording session 9 July 1962. 8

Mixed-Up Confusion.. 10

Take 9 from the 5th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan recording session 1 November 1962. 10

Ballad Of The Gliding Swan.. 10

Camera Script version. 10

Broadcast version. 11

I'm Troubled And I Don't Know Why.. 11

Love Is Just A Four-Letter Word.. 12

With God On Our Side.. 14

Hiding Too Long.. 16

 

 

One Eyed Jacks

 

The queen of his diamonds

And the jack his knave

Won't you dig my grave

With a silver spade?

And forget my name.

I'm twenty years old.

That's twenty years gone.

Can't you see me crying,

Can't you see me dying,

I'll never reach twenty-one ...

 

[Source: fragment reprinted in Robert Shelton: No Direction Home]

 

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Talking Hugh Brown


I knew a boy named Hugh Brown

He's the laziest man in town

Got up this morning and combed his hair

He's so lazy, he just don't go anywhere

He just kinda opens his door and walks out

And looks around and walks away

 

Well, he sprained his arm combing his hair

I don't think that's quite really fair

He lays in bed all the time

I don't think that's very right

He's such a lazy bastard

 

You know it was raining the other day,

††††††††††††††††††††† †††† I mean the other night,

And Hugh Brown said

And Hugh Brown, he's so lazy that,

He said to me "Bob, it's raining on my bed"

And I says "Oh" - and he says "Yeah" - and I says "Oh"

Hugh Brown never closed the window

 

Oh, that's the end.

 

[Source: The Wicked Messenger # 364]

 

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Cuban Missile Crisis

 

Come gather 'round you people, a story I will tell,

About a night not long ago, you all remember well.

I tell it to you straight and true, I tell it like friend.

All about the fearful night, we thought the world would end.

 

I was walking down the sidewalk not causing any harm

The radio reported it sounded with alarm

The Russian ships were sailing all out across the sea.

We all feared by daybreak it would be World War Number Three.

 

I was worried about an argument I had the day before

Over some small matter, I'm sure it was nothin' more.

But just a day ago, how it wrinkled up my brow.

The same thing today seem so unimportant now.

 

[Source: Tape: Broadside Office, New York City, New York, Late 1962]

 

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Talkin' Devil

 

This is all about what the Devil is. Some people say that there is no Devil ...

 

Well, sometimes you can't see him so good,

When he hides his head in his snow white hood,

And rides to kill with his face well hid

And then goes home to his wife and kids.

Wonder if his kids know who he is?

 

Well, he wants you to hate, he wants you to fear,

He wants you to fear something that's not even there,

He'll give you your hate, he'll give you his lies,

He'll give you the weapons to run out and die.

And you give him your soul.

 

[Source: Tape: Broadside Office, New York City, New York, 19 January 1963]

 

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Talking Folklore Center

 

I came down to New York Town,

Got out and started walking around,

I's up around Sixty-Second 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 out on a subway and took a seat

Got out on forty-second street

I met this fellow named Delores there

He started rubbin' his hands thru my hair

I figured somethin' was wrong so I ran through 10 hot dog stands,

4 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 wearin' 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 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 a 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!

 

[Source: Occassionally #1]

 

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I Shall Be Free

(Recorded version)

 

Well, I took me a woman late last night,

I's three-fourths drunk, she looked all right,

Till she started peelin' off her onion gook

She took off her wig, said "how do I look?"

I's high-flyin' ... bare-naked ...

Out the window!

 

Well, sometimes I might get drunk,

Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk.

Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride

Cause I got my little lady right by my side.

She's a-tryin' to hide

Pretendin' she don't know me

 

I's out there paintin' on the old woodshed

When a can a black paint it fell on my head.

I went down to scrub and rub

But I had to sit in back of the tub.

Cost a quarter

Half price

 

Well, my telephone rang it would not stop,

It's President Kennedy callin' me up

He said "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?"

I said "My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot"

"Anita Ekberg"

"Sophia Loren"

"Country'll grow!"

 

Well, I got a woman five feet short

She yells and hollers and screams and snorts.

She tickles my nose and pats me on my head

Rolls me over and kicks me out of bed

She's a man-eater ... meat grinder ...

Bad loser!

 

Oh, there ain't no use in me working all the time

I got a woman who works herself blind

Works up to her bridges, up to her neck

Writes me letters and sends me checks.

She's a humdinger

Folk singer

 

Late one day in the middle of the week

Eyes were closed I was half asleep.

I chased me a woman up the hill

Right in the middle of an air raid drill.

I jumped a fallout shelter

I jumped a string bean

I jumped a T.V. dinner

I jumped a shotgun.

 

Now the man on the stand he want my vote,

He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note.

He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple,

Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people.

He's eatin' bagels.

He's eatin' pizza.

He's eatin' chitlins.

 

Oh, I set me down on a television floor,

I flipped the channel to number four.

Out of the shower comes a football man

With a bottle of oil in his hand.

Greasy kid stuff!

 

What I want to know, Mr Football Man, is

What do you do about Willy Mays, Martin Luther King,

Olatunji

 

Well the funniest woman I ever seen

Was the great-granddaughter of Mr Clean.

She takes about fifteen baths a day

Wants me to grow a moustache on my face.

She's insane!

 

Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla time,

It levels my head and eases my mind.

I just walk along and stroll and sing

I see better days and I do better things

I catch dinosaurs

I make love to Elizabeth Taylor ...

Catch hell from Richard Burton!

 

[Source: The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan]

 

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Corrina, Corrina

Take 2 from The 1st Freewheeliní Bob Dylan recording session 24 April 1962

 

Corrina, Corrina

Gal, whatís on your mind

Corrina, Corrina

Gal, whatís on your mind

Well, Iím sittiní down thinkiní

I just canít keep from crying

 

I got a bird that whistles

I got a bird that sings

I got a bird that whistles

I got a bird that sings

But I ainít got Corrina

Life donít mean a thing

 

Ainít got Corrina

I canít be satisfied

Ainít got Corrina

I canít be satisfied

Got a black cat on my trail

The devilís by my side.

 

Corrina, Corrina

Where you been so long?

Corrina, Corrina

Gal, where you been so long?

I been worríiní íbout you, baby

Baby, please come home

 

<the third verse is new>

 

Last verse from take 2 from The 4th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan recording session 26 October 1962

Down the road baby,
Down the road Iím bound to go
But I really love you
But I canít stay around no more

<new verse>

 

[Source: The 50th Anniversary Collection]

 

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Baby, I'm In The Mood For You

Take 2 from The 3rd Freewheeliní Bob Dylan recording session 9 July 1962

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna hit that highway road

But then again, and then again, and then again,

Oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna lay right down and die

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna sit right here and cry

Sometimes Iím in the mood, Lord I wanna kiss you tonight

Andthen again, and then again,I said

Oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna change my house around

Sometimes Iím in the mood, Iím gonna make a change in this here town

Sometimes Iím in the mood, Iím gonna change the world around

But then oh, I said oh, I said oh, I said oh

Oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

Sometimes Iím in the mood, I wanna rag up against the wall

Sometimes Iím in the mood, Iím gonna live in my ponyís stall

And sometimes Iím in the mood, I ainít gonna do nothiní at all

But then again, I said oh, I said oh,

Oh babe, Iím in the mood for you

 

[Source: The 50th Anniversary Collection]

 

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Bob Dylan's Blues

Take 2 from the 3rd Freewheeliní Bob Dylan recording session 9 July 1962

 

Well, I feel like runniní down the Shenandoah

I got a home on the highway,

I feel Iím bound to go

Bound to go, bound to go.

 

And the Lone Ranger and Tonto

They are ridiní down the line

Theyíre fixiní evírybodyís troubles

Evírybodyís ícept mine

Somebody musta tolí íem

That I was doiní fine

 

Oh you five and ten cent women

With nothiní in your heads

I got a real gal Iím loviní

And Iíll love her till Iím dead

Go away from my door and my window too

 

I ainít goiní down to no race track

See no sports car run

I donít have no sports car

Lord, I donít even wish to have one

I can walk all the way around the block

 

I got a clock in my stomach

And a watch in my head

Iím a-tickiní so loud,

Lord, Iím gonna wound up dead

Yes, I will, no I wonít, maybe I will

 

Well, I gotta keep on a-goiní

Up and down the street

With my hat in my hand

And my boots on my feet

Here I come, here I go, come again

 

Look-a here buddy

You want to be like me

Pull out your gun

And rob every bank you can see

Tell the judge I said it was all right

Yes!

 

<first and fifth verse are new>

 

[Source: The 50th Anniversary Collection]

 

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Mixed-Up Confusion

Take 9 from the 5th Freewheeliní Bob Dylan recording session 1 November 1962

 

I got mixed up confusion

Man, itís a-killiní me

Well, thereís just too many people

And theyíre all too hard to please

 

And my hatís in my hand

Babe, Iím walkiní down the line

Iím lookiní for a woman

Whose headís mixed up like mine

 

Iím too old to lose

Baby, Iím just too young to win

And I feel like a stranger

In the world Iím liviní in

 

And Iím walkiní and a-wonderiní

My poor feet donít ever stop

Seeiní my reflection

Iím hung over, hung down, hung up!

 

<third verse is new>

 

[Source: The 50th Anniversary Collection]

 

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Ballad Of The Gliding Swan

Camera Script version

 

Tenderly William kissed his wife.

Her knuckles were white on the kitchen knife

And the swan on the river goes gliding by.

 

Lady Margaret's pillow is wet with tears.

No-one has touched her in twenty years.

And the swan on the river goes gliding by.

The swan on the river goes gliding by.

 

The doctor gave Sally a sad surprise.

A seven pound baby with no eyes.

And the swan on the river goes gliding by.

 

Little Billy Brown will shake with fright.

He has a new father every night.

And the swan on the river goes gliding by.

The swan on the river goes gliding by.

 

My father will drink, my mother will mope.

The girl I'm in love with takes dope.

And the swan on the river goes gliding by.

The swan on the river goes gliding by.

 

Oh, when will the swan begin to sing?

For we are weary of everything.

And the swan on the river goes gliding by.

The swan on the river goes gliding by.

 

Broadcast version

 

Tenderly William kissed his wife.

Then he opened her head with a butcher knife.

And the swan on the river went gliding by.

 

Lady Margaret's pillow was wet with tears.

Nobody's been on it in twenty years.

And the swan on the river goes gliding by.

The swan on the river goes gliding by.

 

Little Billy Brown will shake with fright.

He's got a new daddy and mommy every night.

And the swan on the river goes laughing by.

The swan on the river goes laughing by.

 

"I've got a sad surprise" the doctor said

"A twenty pound baby without any head"

The swan on the river went lookin'......

 

[Source: Steppin' Out]

 

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I'm Troubled And I Don't Know Why

 

I'm troubled and I don't know why

I'm troubled and I don't know why

There's trouble on my mind

And it's driving me blind

I'm troubled and I don't know why

 

What did the newspaper tell?

What did the newspaper tell?

Well it rolled in the door

And it bounced on the floor

And thing's ain't going too well

 

What did the television squawk?

What did the television squawk?

Well it roared and it boomed

And it bounced around the room

And it didn't say nothing at all

 

What did the movie screen lecture?

What did the movie screen lecture?

Well, it sank and it rose

And it took off all it's clothes

And I left in the middle of the picture

 

I'm troubled and I don't know why

I'm troubled and I don't know why

There's trouble on my mind

And it's driving me blind

I'm troubled and I don't know why

 

[Source: Some Other Kind Of Songs]

 

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Love Is Just A Four-Letter Word

 

Seems like only yesterday

I left my mind behind

Down in the Gypsy Caf`

With a friend of a friend of mine

She sat with a baby heavy on her knee

Yet spoke of life most free from slavery

With eyes that showed no trace of misery

A phrase in connection first with she

Offered that love is just a four-letter word.

 

Outside a rattling store-front window

Cats meowed to the break of day

Me, I kept my mouth shut, too

I had no words to say

My experience was limited none the same

You did all the talking while I hid

To the one who was the father of your kid

You probably didn't think I did

But I heard you say that love is just a four-letter word.

 

I said goodbye unnoticed

Pushed forth into my own games

Drifting in and out of lifetimes

Unmentionable by name

Searching for my double, looking for

Complete evaporation to the core

Though I tried and failed in finding any door

I must have thought that there was nothing more

Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word.

 

Though I never knew just what you meant

When you were speaking to your man

I can only think in terms of me

And now I understand

After waking enough times to think I see

The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity

Blow up in smoke, its destiny

Falls on strangers, travels free

Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me

And I do not really need to be

Assured that love is just a four-letter word.

 

Strange it is to be beside you

Many years, the tables turned

You'd probably not believe me

If I told you all I've learned

And it is very, very weird indeed

To hear words like "forever" plead

Though ships run through my mind, I cannot cheat

It's like looking in the teacher's face complete

I can say nothing to you but repeat

What I heard that love is just a four-letter word.

 

[Source: Joan Baez studio recording with help from Ron Mura]

 

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With God On Our Side

 

Oh my name it is nothing

My age it means less

The country I come from

Is called the midwest

I was taught and brought up there

The laws to abide

And that the land that I live in

Has God on its side.

 

Oh the history books tell it

They tell it so well

The cavalries charged

The indians fell

The cavalries charged

The indians died

Oh the country was young

With God on its side.

 

Oh the Spanish American

War had its day

And the civil war too

Was soon laid away

And the names of the heroes

I was made to memorize

With guns in their hands and

And God on their side.

 

Oh the first world war boys

It closed out its fate

The reason for fighting

I never got straight

But I learned to accept it

Accept it with pride

For you don't count the dead

When God's on your side.

 

When the second world war

Came to an end

We forgave the Germans

And we were friends

Though they murdered six million

In the ovens they fried

The Germans now too

Have God on their side.

 

In the nineteen sixties

Came the Vietnam War

Can somebody tell me

What we were fighting for

So many young men died

So many mothers cried

Now I ask the question

Was God on our side?

 

I've learned to hate Russians

All through my whole life

If another war starts

It's them we must fight

To hate them and fear them

To run and to hide

And accept it all bravely

With God on my side.

 

But now we've got weapons

Of chemical dust

If fire them we're forced to

Then fire them we must

One push of the button

And a shot the world wide

And you never ask questions

When God's on your side.

 

In many a dark hour

I've been thinking about this

That Jesus Christ was

Betrayed by a kiss

But I can't think for you

You'll have to decide

Whether Judas Iscariot

Had God on his side.

 

So now as I'm leaving

I'm weary as hell

The confusion I'm feeling

Ain't no tongue can tell

The words fill my head

And fall to the floor

If God's on our side

He'll stop the next war.

 

[Source: tape from Radio City Music Hall, NYC, October 16, 1988]

 

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Hiding Too Long

 

Come you phoney super-patriotic people that say

That hating and fearing is my only way

That this here country has got to be

You're thinking of yourselves, you ain't thinking of me.

 

You're not thinking of any George Washington

You're not thinking of any Thomas Jefferson

But you say that you are and you lie and mislead

For your aims for yourself and your greed.

 

Don't speak to me of your patriotism

When you throw the Southern black boy in prison

And you say that the only good niggers are the ones that have died

Don't think I'd ever stand on your side.

 

Though you make it so hard for me to love

My face will never feel the slap of your glove

My hands will never buy the cards that you play

My feet will never walk down the road that you lay.

 

Get out in the open, stop standing afar

Let the whole world see what a hypocrite you are

I ain't joking and it ain't no gag

You bin hiding too long behind the American flag.

 

[Source: tape from Town Hall, New York City, 12 April 1963]

 

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This page last updated 12 June 2013.