BLOOD
IN MY EYES
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1993 Special Rider Music
Woke
up this morning, feeling blue,
Seen a good-lookin' girl, can I make love with you?
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you,
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you.
I got blood in my eyes for you, babe,
I don't care what in the world you do.
I
went back home, put on my tie,
Gonna get that girl that money will buy.
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you,
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you.
I got blood in my eyes for you, babe,
I don't care what in the world you do.
She
looked at me, begin to smile,
Said, "Hey, hey, man, can't you wait a little while?"
No, no, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you.
No, no, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you.
Got blood in my eyes for you, babe,
I don't care what in the world you do.
No,
no, ma'am, I can't wait,
You got my money, now you're trying to break this date.
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you,
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you.
I got blood in my eyes for you, babe,
I don't care what in the world you do.
I
tell you something, tell you the facts,
You don't want me, give my money back.
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you,
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you.
I got blood in my eyes for you, babe,
I don't care what in the world you do.
BROKE
DOWN ENGINE
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1993 Special Rider Music
Feel
like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel,
Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel.
You all been down and lonesome, you know just how a poor man feels.
Been
shooting craps and gambling, momma, and I done got broke,
Been shooting craps and gambling, momma, and I done got broke.
I done pawned my pistol, baby, my best clothes been sold.
Lordy,
Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord,
Lordy, Lord.
I
went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees,
I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees.
I ain't cryin' for no religion, Lord, give me back my good gal please.
If
you give me back my baby, I won't worry you no more,
Give me back my baby, I won't worry you no more.
Don't have to put her in my house, Lordy, just lead her to my door.
Lordy,
Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord,
Lordy, Lord.
Can't
you hear me, baby, rappin' on your door?
Can't you hear me, baby, rappin' on your door?
Now you hear me tappin', tappin' across your floor.
Feel
like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drive at all,
Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drive at all.
What make me love my woman, she can really do the Georgia Crawl.
Feel
like a broke-down engine, ain't got no whistle or bell,
Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no whistle or bell.
If you're a real hot momma, come take away Daddy's weeping spell.
DELIA
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1993 Special Rider Music
Delia
was a gambling girl, gambled all around,
Delia was a gambling girl, she laid her money down.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Delia's
dear ol' mother took a trip out West.
When she returned, little Delia gone to rest.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Delia's
daddy weeped, Delia's momma moaned.
Wouldn't have been so bad if the poor girl died at home.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Curtis'
looking high, Curtis' looking low.
He shot poor Delia down with a cruel forty-four.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
High
up on the housetops, high as I can see,
Looking for them rounders, looking out for me.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Men
in Atlanta, tryin' to pass for white,
Delia's in the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sight.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Judge
says to Curtis, "What's this noise about?"
"All about them rounders, Judge, tryin' to cut me out."
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Curtis
said to the judge, "What might be my fine?"
Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine."
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Curtis'
in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cup.
Delia's in the graveyard, she ain't gettin' up.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Delia,
oh Delia, how can it be?
You loved all them rounders, never did love me.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Delia,
oh Delia, how can it be?
You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
JACK-A-ROE
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1993 Special Rider Music
Oh,
there was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell.
He had a lovely daughter, the truth to you I'll tell,
Oh, the truth to you I'll tell.
She
had sweethearts a-plenty and men of high degree.
There was none but Jackie Frazier, her true love e'er to be,
Oh, her true love e'er to be.
"Oh
daughter, oh daughter, you body I will confine.
If none but Jack the sailor would ever suit your mind,
Oh, would ever suit your mind.
"This
body you may imprison, my heart you can't confine.
There's none but Jack the sailor would have this heart of mine,
Oh, would have this heart of mine.
Now
Jackie's gone a-sailing with trouble on his mind,
To leave his native country and his darling girl behind,
Oh, his darling girl behind.
She
went into the tailor shop and dressed in men's array,
Then she went into the vessel to convey herself away,
Oh, convey herself away.
"Before
you step onboard, sir, your name I'd like to know."
She smiled all in her countenance, said, "They call me Jack-A-Roe,
Oh, they call me Jack-A-Roe."
"Your
waist is light and slender, your fingers neat and small,
Your cheeks too red and rosy for to face the cannonball,
Oh, to face the cannonball.
"I
know my waist is slender and my fingers they are small,
But they would not make me tremble for to see ten thousand fall,
Oh, to see ten thousand fall."
The
war soon being over, they hunted all around.
Among the dead and dying her darling love she found,
Oh, her darling love she found.
She
picked him up all in her arms and carried him to town,
And sent for her physician to quickly heal his wounds,
Oh, to quickly heal his wounds.
This
couple, they got married, so well they did agree,
This couple they got married, so why not you and me,
Oh, so why not you and me.
LONE
PILGRIM
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1993 Special Rider Music
I
came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay,
And patiently stood by his tomb,
When in a low whisper I heard something say:
How sweetly I sleep here alone.
The
tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar
And gathering storms may arise,
But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul,
The tears are all wiped from my eyes.
The
call of my master compelled me from home,
No kindred or relative nigh.
I met the contagion and sank to the tomb,
My soul flew to mansions on high.
Go
tell my companion and children most dear
To weep not for me now I'm gone.
The same hand that led me through seas most severe
Has kindly assisted me home.
LOVE
HENRY
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1993 Special Rider Music
"Get
down, get down, Love Henry," she cried,
"And stay all night with me.
I have gold chains, and the finest I have
I'll apply them all to thee."
"I
can't get down and I shan't get down,
Or stay all night with thee.
Some pretty little girl in Cornersville
I love far better than thee."
He
layed his head on a pillow of down.
Kisses she gave him three.
With a penny knife that she held in her hand
She murdered mortal he.
"Get
well, get well, Love Henry, " She cried,
"Get well, get well," said she.
"Oh don't you see my own heart's blood
Come flowin' down so free?"
She
took him by his long yellow hair,
And also by his feet.
She plunged him into well water, where
It runs both cold and deep.
"Lie
there, lie there, Love Henry," she cried,
"Til the flesh rots off your bones.
Some pretty little girl in Cornersville
Will mourn for your return."
Hush
up, hush up, my parrot, she cried,
Dont tell no news on me,
Or these costly beads around my neck,
Ill apply them all to thee.
"Fly
down, fly down, pretty parrot," she cried,
"And light on my right knee.
The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold
And hung on a willow tree."
"I
won't fly down, I can't fly down
And light on your right knee.
A girl who would murder her own true love
Would kill a little birdlike me."
RAGGED & DIRTY
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1993 Special Rider Music
Lord,
I'm broke, I'm hungry, ragged and dirty too,
Broke and hungry, ragged and dirty too.
If I clean up, sweet momma, can I stay all night with you?
Lord,
I went to my window, babe, I couldn't see through my blinds,
Went to my window, babe, I couldn't see through my blinds.
Heard my best friend a-comin' and I thought I heard my baby cry.
Lord,
if I can't come in here, baby, then just let me sit down in your door,
If I can't come in here, baby, then just let me sit down in your door.
And I would leave so soon that your man won't never know.
How
can I live here, baby, Lord, and feel at ease?
How can I live here, baby, Lord, and feel at ease?
Well, that woman I got, man, she does just what she feels.
Lord,
you shouldn't mistreat me, baby, because I'm young and wild,
Shouldn't mistreat me, baby, because I'm young and wild.
You must always remember, baby, you was once a child.
'Cause
I'm leaving in the morning, if I have to ride the blinds,
Leaving in the morning, if I have to ride the blinds.
Well, I been mistreated and I swear I don't mind dyin'.
STACK A LEE
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1993 Special Rider Music
Hawlin
Alley on a dark and drizzly night,
Billy Lyons and Stack-A-Lee had one terrible fight.
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
Stack-A-Lee
walked to the bar-room, and he called for a glass of beer,
Turned around to Billy Lyons, said, "What are you doin' here?"
"Waitin' for a train, please bring my woman home.
"Stack-A-Lee,
oh Stack-A-Lee, please don't take my life.
Got three little children and a-weepin', lovin' wife.
You're a bad man, bad man, Stack-A-Lee."
"God
bless your children and I'll take care of your wife.
You stole my John B., now I'm bound to take your life."
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
Stack-A-Lee
turned to Billy Lyons and he shot him right through the head,
Only taking one shot to kill Billy Lyons dead.
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
Sent
for the doctor, well the doctor he did come,
Just pointed out Stack-A-Lee, said, "Now what have you done?"
You're a bad man, bad man, Stack-A-Lee."
Six
big horses and a rubber-tired hack,
Taking him to the cemetery, but they failed to bring him back.
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
Hawlin
Alley, thought I heard the bulldogs bark.
It must have been old Stack-A-Lee stumbling in the dark.
He's a bad man, gonna land him right back in jail.
High
police walked on to Stack-A-Lee, he was lying fast asleep.
High police catched Stack-A-Lee, and he jumped forty feet.
He's a bad man, gonna land him right back in jail.
Well
they got old Stack-A-Lee and they laid him right back in jail.
Couldn't get a man around to go Stack-A-Lee's bail
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
Stack-A-Lee
turned to the jailer, he said, "Jailer, I can't sleep.
'Round my bedside Billy Lyons began to creep."
All about that John B. Stetson hat.
TWO
SOLDIERS
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1993 Special Rider Music
He
was just a blue-eyed Boston boy,
His voice was low with pain.
"I'll do your bidding, comrade mine,
If I ride back again.
But if you ride back and I am left,
You'll do as much for me.
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
So write to her tenderly.
"She's
waiting at home like a patient saint,
Her fond face pale with woe.
Her heart will be broken when I am gone,
I'll see her soon, I know."
Just then the order came to charge,
For an instant hand touched hand.
They said, "Aye," and away they rode,
That brave and devoted band.
Straight
was the track to the top of the hill,
The rebels they shot and shelled,
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell.
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain,
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again.
But
among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Momma, you know, awaits the news,
And she'll only know he's dead.
WORLD
GONE WRONG
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1993 Special Rider Music
Strange
things have happened, like never before.
My baby told me I would have to go.
I can't be good no more, once like I did before.
I can't be good, baby,
Honey, because the world's gone wrong.
Feel
bad this morning, ain't got no home.
No use in worrying, 'cause the world gone wrong.
I can't be good no more, once like I did before.
I can't be good, baby,
Honey, because the world's gone wrong.
I
told you, baby, right to your head,
If I didn't leave you I would have to kill you dead.
I can't be good no more, once like I did before.
I can't be good, baby,
Honey, because the world's gone wrong.
I
tried to be loving and treat you kind,
But it seems like you never right, you got no loyal mind.
I can't be good no more, once like I did before.
I can't be good, baby,
Honey, because the world's gone wrong.
If
you have a woman and she don't treat you kind,
Praise the Good Lord to get her out of your mind.
I can't be good no more, once like I did before.
I can't be good, baby,
Honey, because the world's gone wrong.
Said,
when you been good now, can't do no more,
Just tell her kindly, "There is the front door."
I can't be good no more, once like I did before.
I can't be good, baby,
Honey, because the world's gone wrong.
Pack
up my suitcase, give me my hat,
No use to ask me, baby, 'cause I'll never be back.
I can't be good no more, once like I did before.
I can't be good, baby,
Honey, because the world's gone wrong.
