The Late Sixties
Long-distance
operator,
Place this
call, it's not for fun.
Long-distance
operator,
Please,
place this call, it's not for fun.
I gotta give a message to my baby
You know,
she's not just anyone.
There are thousands
in the phone booth,
Thousands
at the gate.
Well, there
are thousands in the phone booth,
Thousands
at the gate.
Everybody
wants to make a long-distance call
But you
know everybody just gonna have to
wait.
She don't need no shotgun
Blades are
not her style.
She don't need no shotgun
Blades are
not her style.
She can
poison you with her eyes
She can
kill you with her smile.
If the call
comes from Louisiana,
Please, let
it rise.
If the call
comes from Louisiana,
Please, let
it rise.
This phone
booth's on fire,
It's
getting hot inside.
Ev'rybody
wants to be my friend,
Nobody
wants to get higher.
Ev'rybody
wants to be my friend,
Nobody
wants to get higher.
Long-distance
operator,
I believe
I'm stranglin' on this telephone wire.
[Source:
tape from The Berkeley Community Theatre, Berkeley, California, 4 December
1965, with help from Ron Mura]
[TOP]
When I'd ask
why the painting was deadly
Nobody
could pick up my sign
'Cept for the cook she was always ready
But she'd
only ask what's on your mind
She'd say
that especially when it was raining
I'd say
"Oh, I don't know"
But then
she'd press and I'd say "See that painting,
Do you
think it's been done by van Gogh?".
The cook
she said call her Maria
She'd
always point for the slim boy to come forth
Saying he
treat ?????? it's his own idea
And he also
makes trips to the North
Have you
ever seen his naked 'Cathleen'
I'd say "Oh no, why does it show?"
And she'd
whisper in my ear that he's a half breed
And I'd say "It's fine but can he paint like van Gogh?"
I can't
remember his name, he never gave it
When I
always figured he could go home
Till when
he gave me his card and said "Save it"
I could see
by his eyes he was alone
And it was
sad how his four leaf clover,
Drawn on
his calling card showed
That it was
given back to him a millon times over,
And it most
definiteley was not done by van Gogh.
You know
she often came just to please me
Though I
sensed she could not understand
And she
made a thing out of it by saying "Go easy,
He's a
straight, but he's a very crooked straight man"
And I'd
say, "Does the girl in the calendar doubt it?
And by the
way is it Marilyn Monroe?"
But she
just spit softly and said "Why do you wanna know about it?"
And I'd say
"I was just wondering if she ever sat for van Gogh"
It was
either her or the straight man who introduced me
To Jeanette,
Camilla's friend
Who later
on falsely accused me
Of stealing
her locket and her pen
And I said
"I don't have the locket"
She said
"You'd steal pictures of everybody's mother, I know"
And I said
"There's no locket, no picture of any mother I would pocket,
Unless it's
been done by van Gogh"
Camilla's
house, it's stood on the outskirts
How strange
to see the chandeliers destroy
While
patiently he fills her coffee
Of foxhunts
and ????
[Source:
Denver Hotel Room tape, 12–13 March 1966]
[TOP]
Why I can't
leave her I don't know
Well she
leads me where she goes
I can't
find her nowhere
Well she
needs me here
Honey I
just can't hear her walking
I just
can't hear her talk
Though
sometimes you know I will
And when it
comes my way
I'll just
be left standing night and day
I will call
her and say
That I
don't try, try, I try but she cried
And I can't
leave her behind
[Some Other Kind Of Songs --
from "Eat the Document"]
[TOP]
Ah, she's walking in the morning
Honey you
come home
I'm on my
way since long ago
You just
can't know
If you have
to come home I'll try
If I have to but I'll be crying
What If I'm
troubled
Well, I can
be unkind
I'll try to
__________
Can't come
in
And I'll
walk away to find
Her in the
morning
I'll try to
maybe
Try to help
if I can
And I'll be
there but I just can't find you
[Some Other Kind Of Songs --
from "Eat the Document"]
[TOP]
What kind of friend is this
Who goes
behind my back
What kind
of friend is this
Shows up
every place I am
She can
make it long, but she don't
She's
laying low but you know
She'd
rather lay in the morning
Making it
on my bed
Oh, what
kind of friend is this
What kind
of friend is this
Making
everyone around
What kind
of friend is this
Listening
to everything I found
She's tough
on board
When she
goes down
Late at
night
Walk around
Well, she ain't good looking
But she
keeps on turtledoving in
The
backyard bed
Tell me
what kind of friend is this
She don't love and she don't hug
You know
she's going to be a dog
She don't and she don't
Her heart's
beating and she knows she's wrong
What kind
of friend is this
What kind
of friend is this
Makes you
hightail to and fro
What kind
of friend is this
Wants to go
wherever I go
Gad darned
shame
Don't care
for me
My old lady
if she could only see
Tell me
what kind of friend is this
[Some Other Kind Of Songs --
from "Eat the Document"]
[TOP]
I'm going
down to Rose Marie's
She never
does me wrong
She puts it
to me plain as day
And gives
it to me for a song.
It's a
wicked life but what the hell
Baby,
everybody's got to eat,
And I'm
just the same as anyone else
When it
comes to scratching for my meat.
Goin' to
Acapulco
Goin' on
the run
Goin'
down to see soccer
Goin' to
have some fun.
Yeah
Goin' to
have some fun.
Now, whenever
I get up
And can't
find what I need
I just make
it down to Rose Marie's
And get
something quick to eat.
It's lots
of ways to make a livin'
And I ain't complainin' none
For I can
blow my plum and drink my rum
And go on
home and have my fun
Goin' to
Acapulco
Goin' on
the run
Goin'
down to see soccer
Goin' to
have some fun.
Yeah
Goin' to
have some fun.
Now, if
someone offers me a joke,
I just say
no thanks
I try to
tell it like it is
And keep
away from pranks.
Well, sometime you know when the well breaks down
I just go
on pump it some.
Rose Marie,
she likes to go
to big places
And just
sit there waitin' for me to come.
Goin' to
Acapulco
Goin' on
the run
Goin'
down to see soccer
Goin' to
have some fun.
Yeah
Goin' to
have some fun.
[Source: Tape, Paul Williams: Bob Dylan -- Performing
Artist]
[TOP]
Well I
bought me a guitar
Put it in
tune
Went out
there in the month of June
Bought a
hot dog and smelled it
And I
smelled the crowd
Everybody
was a-down on this side of a cloud
There was a
holy cow and a medicine man
And a
sacred cow and an iron jaw that wouldn't break
Well I tell
you the story of how to become
An All American Boy
Instead of
a bum
Pound on
the drum from five to six
You'll be
rocking and rollin and beating on bricks
It's a good
job to have if you're not working
Clean your
stuff and come up tight
Gotta
wish for it and that's right
Go for a
train on a whiskey jar
Guzzle it
up, here you are
Pick it up,
now hit it
And the
girls wiggle
Yes, I've
been making them all jump up and down
And mingle
in the socks
And their
britches
Oh, you'll
find that soon
You'll be
in the itches
Itches all
over
Itch in
your pants
Itch while
you dance
Itching on down
to the south of France
Well, I
know a boy of yesterday
He became a
guitar and he floated away
In the
summer and in the fall
Everyone
said he was having a ball
Kicking up
hot shit over the ocean
He took
himself a notion
To put some
of that lotion in his beat up guitar
Put it on
him then
He's not
very far
Next time
you call him a star
Down the
road boy
They call
him slim
They don't
care if they're carrying him
Just a
minute now, you'll see what I mean
Here he
come now
Well sooner
or later a boss gonna come
He gonna take a look at ya, look at your drum
Drink this
sonny, it comes in a cup
Yeah, he'll
take you out to his farm
Where he's
fixing it up
Girls don't
giggle out there on the mountain
Well,
sooner or later you're bound to meet his wife
You'll come
and have the time of your life
She's there
and in her way
She sure
does like the things you play
Well, you
want to know about the manager soon
We'll take
you outside 'cause he knows
you can croon
He'll buy you
new clothes, a new pair of shoes
You'll be
walking with the big drum blues
You're a
fine drummer now, you always knew you could be
[Source: Some Other Kind Of
Songs]
[TOP]
(_) = backing vocals
Well I bought
me a guitar
Put it in
tune
Went out
there in the month of June
Was a hot
dog night and a [stick in a roar]
Everybody
was a-down on this side
There was a
holy cow (holy Cow)
Mean Cow
(mean cow)
Double jaw
(double Jaw)
Cow (Cow)
Well I'll
tell you a story about how to become
An All American Boy
You can
beat on a drum
Beat on a
drum from five to six
You'll be
rock and rollin' soon gettin'
your kicks
It's a good
job (good job)
Joinin'
the band (joinin' the band)
Wave your hand
(wave your hand)
Clean your
hand and come up tight
Roll a
smoke and down at night
[Hold on] a
train on a whiskey jar
Settle it
down, there you are
Hold it
steady, pick it up now
Now hit it
(making the girls giggle)
Yes, you'll
be makin' them little girlies giggle
You'll be makin' them all just jump up and down and wiggle
In their
socks, in their britches
All you'll
find that soon you'll be itches
Itches all
over
Itch in
your pants, itch while you dance
Itchin'
on down [to the corn' of/till they goin' to?] France
Well, I
know a boy that yesterday
He become a guitar and he floated away
He played
his [bows] and he played them all
He's just
on there havin' a ball
Kicking a
hot storm up over the ocean
He took
himself a notion
He got some
lotion and he put it on his guitar
Put it on
him
Next time
you do it you can call him Jim
Down the
road boy
They call
him slim
They don't
care if they're carry him
Just a
minute now, you'll see what I mean
(Uncle
Sam...in this land...rippin' up draft cards, an' all
that-)
Well sooner
or later a man's gonna come
He gonna take a look at ya, look at your drum
He be a man and he'll take you home
Yeah, he'll
take you out to his farm
He'll give
you a good un
He'll give
it to ya
Well, he -
(Girls
don't giggle no more)
Well,
sooner or later you're bound to meet his wife
And you'll
come in have the time of your life
Just pickin' up gum, pickin' up a star
Pickin'
up and goin' and goin' to
the bar
You and yur manager
(Pickin' my nose)
Well,
you'll want to know about the manager soon
He'll take
you outside and put you on the moon
He'll buy
you new clothes, a new pair of shoes
You'll be
walking 'way with the big drum blues
You'll be a
fine drummer, pick 'em as they comin'
Dog
a-hummin'.
[Source: The
Genuine Basement Tapes Volume 4]
[TOP]
I want
another Bourbon Street
Da da da da
Oh so
sweet
Hold it
down
You better
keep it neat
Turn it
over
It was so
complete
I took it
down and said
Oh, oh have
a seat
But I don't
live down
On Bourbon
Street
No more, no
more, no more, no more
No, I don't
live down
On Bourbon
Street no more
Bourbon
Street
Lordy-Town
You better
keep it sweet
Put all
your loving apples
On your
feet
I don't
even mind
If you want
to scratch your feet
You can bag
it
Down in bitter sweet
I don't
beat the meat
I like like my feet
Ain't no
sleet
On my
Bourbon Street
No. Bourbon
Street
A happiness'll get you Bourbon Street
The girls
they won't forget you
Down on Bourbon
Street
Here they
come now
Here they
come now
Here they
come now
Here they
come now
All them
little girls
I went down
looking for Bourbon Street
I looked so
high
It nearly
took me off-a my feet
Bourbon
Street
Oh, babe
let me tell you,
Bourbon
Street
Mr
Bartender
I'll have
another
Bourbon
Street
Oh, let me
tell you
Bourbon
Street
Let me have
another Bourbon Street
Talk to
your brother, mother
I want a
Bourbon Street
Mr
Bartender
I'll have
another
Bourbon
Street
[Source: Some Other Kind Of
Songs]
[TOP]
Things all
crashing there, she's all too tight
In my
neighbourhood, she cried both day and night
I know it -
'cause he was there
It's a
milestone, but she's down on her luck
And she's
daily saloonin' but to make hard-earned buck
Now and
then ...
I believe
she'd stop him if she wants time to care
I believe
that she may look upon the side who used to care
And I go by
the Lord anywhere, she's on my way
But I don't
belong there
No, I don't
belong to her, I don't belong to every choir
She's my
Christ-forsaken angel, but she don't hear me cry
She's the
long-hearted mystic and she can't carry on
When I'm
there she's alright, but then he's not when I'm gone
Heaven
knows that the answers she knows con no-one
She's the
way, for sale and beautiful, she's mine for the one
And I lost
her, hesitating, by temptation as it runs
But she don't holler me, I'm not there, I'm gone
Now I'll
cry tonight like I cried the night before
And I'm
leased on the highs but I'll dream about the door
It's alone,
she's forsaken by her fate, worse to tell
"It don't have approximation", she smiled "fare thee
well"
Now, my
all-decent lady, I was born to love her
But she
knows that the kingdom waits so high above her
And I run,
but I race, but it's not too fast to stay on
But I got
the fever, I'm not there, I'm gone
Well it's
all about diffusion as I cry for her veil
I don't
need anybody now beside me to tell
And it's
all affirmation I receive, but it's not
She's
alone, pardon, beauty, but she don't like the spot
And she
calls ...
Yes, she's
gone like the rainbow that was shining yesterday
But now
she's home beside me, and I'd like her here to stay
She's a
lone forsaken beauty, and it's 'Don't trust anyone'
And I wish
I was beside her, but I'm not there, I'm gone
Well it's
too hard to stay here and I don't want to leave
It's so
bad, or confusing, but she's hard too hard to leave
It's a
load, it's a crime, the way she moulds me around
But she
told, phoned to hate me, but it's down to make a clown
Yes, I
believe that it's rightful, Oh I believe it in my mind
I've been
told, like I said, when I ___________ before, carry on the grind
Yes, his
old gypsy told her, like I said "Carry on"
I wish I
was there to help her, but I'm not there, I'm gone
[Source: The Telegraph #4, suggestions by John
Howells]
[TOP]
She's all
right and she's all too tight
In my neighborhood she cried both day and night
I know it -
because he was there
It's a
milestone, but she's down on her luck
And she's
daily saloonin' but to making hard to buck
Now and
then ...
I believe
that she's stopping if she wants time to care
I believe
that she'd look upon him deciding to care
And I go by
the law, anyway she's on my way
But I don't
belong there
No I
don't belong to her, I don't belong to everybody
She's my
Christ-forsaken angel, but she don't hear me cry
She's a
long-hearted mystic and she can't carry on
When I'm
there she's alright, but then she's not when I'm gone
Heaven
knows that the answers she's don't calling no one
She's the
way for sailing beautiful, she's mine for the one
And I lost
a heavy __________ by temptation as it runs
But she don't honor me, I'm not there I'm
gone
Now I'll
cry tonight like I cried the night before
And I'm
leased on the house but I dream about the door
She's
alone, she's forsaken by a fate worse to tell
It don't have __________ she's my old fare-thee-well
Now when I
__________ I was born to love her
But she
knows that the kingdom waits so high above her
And I run,
but I race, but it's not too fast or slow
But I don't
perceive her, I'm not there I'm gone
Well it's
all about ....... and I cry for her bell
I don't
need anybody now beside me to tell
And it's
all admiration I receive, but it's not
She's a
lone parting beauty, but she don't like the spot
If she
won't
Yes she's
gone like the rainbow that was shining yesterday
But now
she's home beside me and I'd like her here to stay
She's a
form-forsaking beauty and it don't trust anyone
I wish I
was beside her, but I'm not there I'm gone
Well it's
too heart-forsaking and I don't want to believe
It's
__________ but she's hard, too hard to leave
It's alone,
it's a crime, the way she won't be around
______________________________
Yes, I
believe that it's rightful, oh I believe it in my mind
I've been
told, like I said <when I> before "carry on the grind"
And this
old gypsy told her, like I said "carry on"
I wish I
was there to help her, but I'm not there I'm gone
[TOP]
Now the
ruins are barely rolling
And the
animals can't agree
On all the
bushes in the nations
But nobody
feels sorry for me
If I lost
everything of all the cities
Yeah, but I
can't help this smog
The day I
feel it
She sure is
standing
But the
holy book is written
Oh, what
page
They are
all there
And as for
a natural warning
But nobody
done yet understand
Just like Pharao and his armies
They were
made of solid bread, yeah
That old bad
wolf's gonna howl his way to morning's
Hold to
some big cavern
I would sit
and wait, calling my children out there
But I just
don't mean to hesitate
And if I
was a missionary leader
I would
attempt to laugh and rage
Yet the
wild wolf he's still bubbling under
And not a
babe
[Source: Some Other Kind Of
Songs]
[TOP]
Bob Dylan
& Carl Perkins
I got a
woman in Morocco,
I got a
woman in Spain,
Woman
that's done stole my heart,
She lives
up in Champaign.
I say
Champaign, Champaign, Illinois,
I certainly
do enjoy Champaign, Illinois.
The first
time that I went there,
They
treated me so fine.
Man alive,
I'm telling you,
I thought
the whole darn town was mine.
Up in
Champaign,
I say Champaign,
Champaign, Illinois,
I certainly
do enjoy Champaign, Illinois.
Well, I
didn't have a home on Friday,
And on a
Saturday too.
Man alive,
I'm telling you,
They'll
know just what to do up in Champaign, Illinois.
Up in
Champaign,
I say
Champaign, Champaign, Illinois,
I certainly
do enjoy Champaign, Illinois.
Well, I've
been a whole lotta places,
There's nothin' I ain't done,
But when it
comes to women, boy,
I got only
one.
She's up in
Champaign,
I say
Champaign, Champaign, Illinois,
Yes, I
certainly do enjoy Champaign, Illinois.
[Source: Some Other Kind Of
Songs]
[TOP]
Love fine
living and
Down high and low
She’s dreaming
But you might grow
You got me running
I just can’t stay
Sorry little girl
But this poor boy’s goin' away
Well hanging on the levy
And looking at the ship
I can’t stay
I believe I’ll make a trip
I’m running
I just can’t stay
Well I’m sorry little girl
But this poor boy’s goin' away
Well, let’s go away now!
Well on the corner
Looking down on my watch
Poor feet, and I just can’t touch
I’m running
I just can’t stay
Well I’m sorry little girl
But this poor boy’s running away
Oh lets go out!
Recorded in Columbia Studio A, Nashville, Tennessee
during the 2nd Self Portrait session, produced by Bob Johnston 26 April 1969.
Source: 50th ANNIVERSARY COLLECTION released in Europe December 2019.
Transcribed by Daniel Mackay.
This page last
updated 16 March 2020.