WORDS FILL MY HEAD
Lost On The River
#12 - Written By Bob Dylan And Elvis Costello
#20 - Written By Bob Dylan, Rhiannon Giddens And
Marcus Mumford
Six Months In Kansas City
(Liberty Street)
Source:
Written by Bob Dylan and Jim James
Down on the bottom
Down to the last
drop in the cup
Down on the bottom
No place to go but
up
Always been in
trouble
Nearly all my life
Always been in
trouble
Struggle, scorn and
strife
Go find me my
bluebird
Flying so high up
above
Go find me my
bluebird
Go find me somebody
to love
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Written by Bob Dylan and Elvis Costello
Five in the
morning, she would fix my lunch
Put it in a paper
sack
Where I’m headed, I
always appreciate it
But I’d rather stay
married to my hack
I move like the
breeze, and the birds and the bees
That I’ve never
been known to look back
I got fifteen women
and all of them swimming
But I’d rather stay
married to my hack
I move fifteen miles
every minute, I’m all smiles
I shoot by my
sister’s shack
She’s got some
friend who waves at men, a fine little hen
But I’d rather stay
married to my hack
I got twelve-wheel
drive and an oversized hive
And air-cooled
brakes in the back
Candy McGraft’s always good for a laugh
But I’d rather stay
married to my hack
I got a pedal to
hit and an engine that won’t quit
And a carburetor
that won’t crack
Maureen and Milly,
they’re a little silly
But there’s nothing
that they do lack
I got loose-eyed
ladies who never seen a man
Just waiting around
the back
Gimme a bottle or someone to throttle
Cause I’d rather
stay married to my hack
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Written by Bob Dylan, Marcus Mumford and Taylor
Goldsmith
I listen to you time and time again
While you tell me just what’s right
And you tell me a thousand things a day
Then sleep somewhere’s else at night
I’m going back to Kansas City
And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
I’m going back to Kansas City
And you call me to come, then I do
And you say you made some mistake
You invite me into your house
Then you say you gotta pay for what you break
I’m going back to Kansas City
Gypsy woman, you know every place I go
Even a thousand miles away from home
You don’t care if I’m asleep or I’m awake
This fickle heart just turn to stone
I’m going back to Kansas City
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Written by Bob Dylan and Rhiannon Giddens
There were three
sailors, bold and true
With cargo they did
carry
They sailed away on
the ocean blue
For the love of
Spanish Mary
So deeply now were
they disturbed
No longer could they
tarry
Swoon and swerve
For the love of
Spanish Mary
In Kingston town of
high degree
The buffoon, the fool,
the fairy
All paid the dues and
inquired to me
For the love of
Spanish Mary
Beggar man, beggar man
tell me no lie
Is it a mystery to
live or is it a mystery to die
I seek ye not to ask
of you
It was in Kingston
town indeed
It is said they
stopped but not for greed
But for the love of
Spanish Mary
I remember well, they
came one day
The buffoon, the fool,
the fairy
They asked of me what
could I say
For the love of
Spanish Mary
‘Tis not of me to talk absurd
No rumor do I carry
No, I’ll not give you
one word
But for the love of
Spanish Mary
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Written by Bob Dylan and Taylor Goldsmith
He came from the
old religion
But possessed no
magic skill
Descending from
machinery
He left nothing in
his will
The crops are
failing
The women wailing
It’s in the paper
at your feet
Six months in
Kansas City
Down on Liberty
Street
It was sad to see
it
That little lady
going in
Arrested for arson
Once they’d asked
her where she’d been
Down on her knees
Not even a breeze
Another victim of
the heat
Six months in
Kansas City
Down on Liberty
Street
Things sure don’t
look too pretty
Cause a man to rob
and steal
I got a full six
more months out here
Can’t be begging
for my meals
Now look here Baby Snooks
Doesn’t matter what
books
You keep underneath
your seat
Six months in
Kansas City
Down on Liberty
Street
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Written by Bob
Dylan and Jim James
Well I knew I was
young enough
And I knew there
was nothing to it
‘cause
I’d already seen it done enough
And I knew there
was nothing to it
There was no
organization I wanted to join
So I stayed by myself
and took out a coin
There I sat with my
eyes in my hand
Just contemplating
killing a man
(For greed was one
thing I just couldn’t stand)
If I was you I’d
put back what I took
A guilty man’s got
a guilty look
Heads I will and
tails I won’t
As long as the call
be won’t be my own
Well you don’t have
to turn your pockets inside out
But I’m sure you
can give me something
Well you don’t have
to go into your bank account
But I’m sure you
can give me something
Well I knew I was
young enough
And I knew there
was nothing to it
‘cause
I’d already seen it done enough
And I knew there
was nothing to it
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Written by Bob Dylan and Elvis Costello
They say that today
makes up for what yesterday lacked
And it must be some
old day and that is a fact
Can’t talk to
nobody, don’t know just how they’ll react
Weigh the silver
and gold
Be precise and
exact
How can today make
up for yesterday
For it we break up,
I guess you would stay
Buffalo Bill
wouldn’t have known what to do
If he got a just
one look, just one good look at you
And I don’t know
what to do either
Just want to tell
you it’s neither
Tom said “Don’t
take her”, Judas said “Leave her”
How can today make
up for yesterday
For if we break up,
I guess you would stay
So Golden Tom said
to poor Silver Judas
“It’s so hard to
say who’s the worst of the two of us
So don’t brood
There’s no fraud in
this feud
I don’t know, I
don’t know, I don’t know what to do”
How can today make
up for yesterday
For it we break up,
I wish you would stay
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Written by Bob Dylan, Marcus Mumford and Taylor
Goldsmith
When I set my eyes
on you
Gonna keep you
outta town at night
When I set my eyes
on you
Not gonna be outta
my sight
And now you know
Everywhere on Earth
you go
You’re gonna have
me as your man
When I get my hands
on you
Gonna make you
carry me
When I get my hands
on you
Gonna make you
marry me
And now you know
Everywhere on Earth
you go
You’re gonna have
me as your man
When I come home to
you
Gonna take you down
to the riverside
When I come home to
you
Hold you in my arms
all night
And now you know
Everywhere on Earth
you go
You’re gonna have
me as your man
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Written by Bob Dylan and Rhiannon Giddens
Fill up the glasses
and take your stand
Tip your hat to the
world
Button up the
bowtie and dance around
Once again with the
fat Hawaiian girl
Duncan and Jimmy
walk side by side
Nobody walks
between them
Duncan and Jimmy
walk side by side
Has anybody seen
them?
Freighter man,
freighter man
Which way’s that
freighter gonna run tonight
Will it take me
down to Jacksonville
Or just leave me be
wherever it seems right
Duncan and Jimmy
walk side by side
Nobody walks
between them
Duncan and Jimmy
walk side by side
Has anybody seen
them?
So fill up the
glasses and take your stand
Tip your hat to the
world
Button up the
bowtie and dance all around
Once again with the
fat Hawaiian girl
Duncan and Jimmy
walk side by side
Nobody walks
between them
Duncan and Jimmy
walk side by side
Has anybody seen
them?
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Written by Bob Dylan and Taylor Goldsmith
Miami woman so fine
and fair
I try and try but I
can’t get anywhere
I sail out under
the sun
Looking for my
darling, my only one
I sail all day, and
when the day is done
She’s still the one
I want to see
I must find that
Florida Key
Collins Avenue,
Fifth Street and Main
I walk up and down
but it’s all in vain
My only darling is
gone
Took everything and
put it out on the lawn
And Jim came and
got it and he gave it to John
It’s getting harder
and harder to be me
I must find that
Florida Key
Just standing on
the curb watching for boats
While them boys and
girls pass by on their big silver goats
I’m getting out
while the getting is good
In my ship of steel
or in my ship of wood
One more time I’m
gonna do just like I should
See, this could
only happen to me
I must find that
Florida Key
Need a little
sunshine in my beer
Thinking ‘bout
eloping
Nothing’s locked,
never will be
Everything is open
There’s only one
thing that lurks in my mind
It’s nothing here,
nothing I’ve left behind
There’s something
up front, something I hope to find
I’m gonna set sail
again tonight
Round the horn and
in the clear moonlight
Or at least I’m
sure it’s going to be
Soon as I find my
Florida Key
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#11 -
written by Bob Dylan and Jim James
#16 -
written by Bob
Dylan, Rhiannon Giddens and Elvis Costello
How could she
reject me
Send me on my way
How could she
suspect me
Of leading her
astray
I met her
accidentally
And I asked to see
her home
She told me she wouldn’t
mind
And we commenced to
roam
Hidee Hidee Ho (making love
wherever we go)
Hidee Hidee Hee
(making love just you and me)
Hidee Hidee Hoo
(making love just me and you)
I took out my pen
knife
And showed it at
this rake
He looked at me as
if to say
You’re making a
mistake
I do not frighten
easily
Yet no weapon I
possess
No matter what you thinkin’, son
You better second
guess
Hidee Hidee Ho (making love
wherever we go)
Hidee Hidee Hee
(making love just you and me)
Hidee Hidee Hoo
(making love just me and you)
Hidee Hidee Ho (making love on
the highway bump)
Hidee Hidee Hee
(making love in a pile of rope)
Hidee Hidee Hoo
(making love on the driveway ramp)
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The tears of a
lonely man are hidden within
As he moves from
one woman to the next, his spirit grows thin
When he falls in
love with one, it’s hard but it’s true
But it’s oh so much
harder when that woman is you
The leaves on the
trees shake when the storm clouds appear
Just as I shake up
inside when I follow you here
At your invitation
to come to you, dear
I got lost on the
river, but I got found
I got lost on the
river, but I didn’t drown
I got lost on the
river, but I didn’t go down
I got lost on the
river, but I got found
I looked at the
graze of blue where the light begins
Through the glass
where the rays shot through caressing your skin
Like your
invitation to follow you in
I got lost on the
river, but I got found
I got lost on the
river, but I didn’t drown
I got lost on the
river, but I didn’t go down
I got lost on the
river, but I got found
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The tears of a
woman are hidden within
As she moves from
one to the next, her spirit grows thin
And when she falls
in love with one, it’s hard but it’s true
But it’s oh so much
harder when that man is you
I got lost on the
river, but I got found
I got lost on the
river, but I didn’t drown
One stormy day I
was out at sea
The waves they
rolled and tumbled over me
I spied dry land
and a tall pale tree
I knew that soon
that’s where I’d like to be
My sweetheart left
me for another one
And now I wait for
the next rising sun
I got lost on the
river, but I got found
I got lost on the
river, but I didn’t drown
I got lost on the
river, but I didn’t go down
I got lost on the
river, but I got found
[TOP]
Written by Bob Dylan and Marcus Mumford
Never fall in love
with a stranger
And that, son, they
all said to me
And never fall in
love with a stranger
But I can’t help it
if she falls in love with me
And never fall in
love with a stranger
Now, they’ve gone
against my command
And never fall in
love with a stranger
The pain is written
in my hands
But if I can’t
resist
Find my way outta
this
She knows that our
love more than any river flows
And I’m done now, all of my intentions are exposed
Not hidden in my
clothes
Or in between my
toes
I wanna tombstone pearl handle revolver
Don’t wanna meet a pale man with a halo in his hair
Never fall in love
with a stranger
But sometimes I
simply do not care
And if I can’t
resist
Get my way outta
this
She knows that our
love more than any river flows
And I’m done now, all of my intentions are exposed
Not hidden in my
clothes
Or in between my
toes
I done things
right, pretty much all of my life
I’m not looking for
any sympathy
I can run all I
like away from that stranger
But somehow she’ll
always follow me
[TOP]
Written by Bob Dylan and Taylor Goldsmith
There are many
kinds of fish that swim in the sea
There’s others that swim in the dark
And of those
troupers and trouts and dolphins and whales
The one you must
watch is the shark
Card shark (yes, m’am)
Get ‘m in the nose
That ol’ card shark
Now I sat me down
to have some fun
I jumped in the
tank for a spell
I boogalooed in the bunkhouse and saw some bandits on the run
I went down to get
water from the well
Card shark (yes, m’am)
Get ‘m in the nose
That ol’ card shark
Now set ‘m up,
Samba
Sit on it awhile
Toss in the towel
and have a kick
Stick it in the
rear and roar for a bit
And waddle down the
road like a brick
Card shark (yes, m’am)
Get ‘m in the nose
That ol’ card shark
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Written by Bob Dylan and Jim James
Quick like a flash,
we got to border that bus
Go down on the hump
and screw it
We don’t need your
opinions take a look at us
When we find something
good, we’re true to it
Revenge is sweet
when we take a trip or two
Put ol’ Peter in
the pocket
Then pull in or out
and paint ‘em blue
Put a bow tie on
‘em, and sock it
Quick like a flash
Quick like a flash
Quick like a flash
Crossharp’s coming just once that’s all
Oh baby, wontcha please come use him
Gang up on the punk
and a big checker haul
Poor little punk,
don’t bruise him
Quick like a flash,
we got to border that bus
Go down on the hump
and screw it
We don’t need your opinions
take a look at us
When we find
something good, we’re true to it
Quick like a flash
Quick like a flash
Quick like a flash
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Written by Bob Dylan and Taylor Goldsmith
If I ever get back
to St. Louis again,
There’s gonna be
some changes made
I’m gonna find old
Alice and right away where I left off
It’s gonna be just
as if I stayed
That old organ
grinder’s gonna wind his box
And the knife
sharpener’s gonna sing
When I get back to
St. Louis again
I’m gonna buy that
diamond ring
Diamond Ring
Diamond Ring
Shine like gold
Behold that diamond
ring
If I ever get back
to St. Louis again
Everybody’s gonna
smile
One of the Mack
girls dragged me up to Washington
I got stuck there
for a while
She gave me more
misery than a man can hold
And I took her bad
advice
Now I don’t aim to
bother anyone
I have paid that
awful price
Diamond Ring
Diamond Ring
Shine like gold
Behold that diamond
ring
If ever I get back
to St. Louis again
That diamond ring’
is gonna shine
That old burlesque
dancer is gonna bum around
And everything’s
gonna be fine
I’m gonna settle up
my accounts with lead
And leave the rest
up to the law
Then I’m gonna
marry the one I love
And head out for
Wichita
Diamond Ring
Diamond Ring
Shine like gold
Behold that diamond
ring
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Written by Bob Dylan and Marcus Mumford
The whistle is
blowing, and the train is going
Just what’s gonna
happen next, well, I’m not one to say
I’m sitting here
yearning while those wheels keep turning
“I’ll be gone by
tonight,” she told me today
And next door to
the cornstalk, by the side of this sheet rock
I will wait for the
morning like a dog in the moon
Blow, blow on
Blow, blow on
Oh the minutes go
slow now, and I hope it don’t snow now
‘cause
it’s quiet and still and that train’s out of sight
All we need is a
fat storm to blow by the platform
Oh dear me, that
woman, that woman’s always right
Blow, blow on
Blow, blow on
Blow, blow on
Blow, blow on
The whistle is
blowing, and the train is going
Just what’s gonna
happen next, well, I’m not the one to say
[TOP]
Written by Bob Dylan and Elvis Costello
I see by the papers
that
He came from the
old religion but possessed no magic skill
Descending from
machinery, he left nothing from his will
Thank you for not
helping me out
For not treating me
like a fool
If you didn’t lay
me on a cold mattress at night
I might be kicking
more than your mule
Crops are failing,
women are wailing
Six months in
Kansas City
(Can’t find no room
and board)
Six months in
Kansas City
(What can lead to
that kind of reward?)
Six months in
Kansas City
(All my good
friends in jail lost out)
Six months in
Kansas City
(Some who ain’t got no bail bust out)
Six months in
Kansas City
But they find the
track and make you come back
Six months in
Kansas City
(Down on your
knees, not even a breeze, ain’t it a pity?)
Six months in
Kansas City
Well here now Baby Snooks
It don’t matter how
many books you got underneath your thumb
Descended from
machinery
You’ve got nothing
left to come
Thank you for not
helping me out
For not treating me
like a fool
If you didn’t lay
me on a cold mattress at night
I might be kicking
more than your mule
Crops are failing,
women are wailing
Six months in
Kansas City
(Woe! Can’t be
begging for no last meal)
Six months in
Kansas City
(Cause a man to rob
and steal)
Six months in
Kansas City
(All my good
friends confounded, indeed)
Six months in
Kansas City
(Some lost and some
drown and some turn to greed)
Six months in
Kansas City
(Some wake one day
and they’ve made them king)
Six months in
Kansas City
(Make a man ready
to do anything)
Six months in
Kansas City
(Things sure don’t
look too pretty )
Six months in
Kansas City
(Are you ready?)
Six months in
Kansas City
(Are you ready?)
Six months in
Kansas City
(Are ready to admit
defeat)
Six months in
Kansas City
(Take your place
down on Liberty Street)
Six months in
Kansas City
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