You're No Good
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bob Dylan", recorded 20 November 1961 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 68726-5)
Lyric and music traditional
Well, I don't know why I love you like I do.
Nobody in the world can get along with you.
You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den.
I come home last night, you wouldn't even let me in.
Oh, sometimes you're as sweet as anybody wanna be.
Oh, when you get the crazy notion jumpin' all over me.
When you gimme the blues, I guess you're satisfied.
When you gimme the blues, I wanna lay down and die.
After when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama,
after when you had no food to eat.
You're a kind of woman that just don't understand.
You're taking all my money 'n' give it to another man.
Well, you're that kind of woman makes a man lose his brains.
You're that kind of woman drives a man insane.
You gimme the blues, I guess you're satisfied.
You gimme the blues, I wanna lay down and die.
Well, you gimme the blues, I wanna lay down and die.
In My Time Of Dyin'
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bob Dylan", recorded 20 November 1961 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 68733-1)
Original lyric and music written by Blind Willie Johnson
Well, in my time of dyin' don't want nobody to mourn.
All I want for you to do is take my body home.
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Well, well, well.
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
Well, meet me, Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air.
If these wings should fail me, Lord, won't you meet me with another pair?
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Well, well, well.
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
Lord, in my time of dyin' don't want nobody to cry.
All I want to you to do is take me when I die.
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Well, well, well.
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
Man Of Constant Sorrow
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bob Dylan", recorded 22 November 1961 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 68745-3)
Lyric and music traditional
I am a man of constant sorrow.
I've seen trouble all my days.
I'll say goodbye to Colorado,
where I was born and partly raised.
Your mother says I'm a stranger.
My face you'll never see no more.
But there's one promise, darling:
I'll see you on God's golden shore.
Through this open world I'm about to ramble
through ice and snow, sleet and rain.
I'm about to ride that morning railroad.
Perhaps I'll die on that train.
I'm going back to Colorado,
the place that I started from.
If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat me,
honey, I never would have come.
Fixin' To Die Blues
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bob Dylan". recorded 20 November 1961 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 68727-3)
Original lyric and music written by Bukka White
Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die.
Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die.
Well, I don't mind dyin', but I hate to leave my children cryin'.
Well, look over yonder to that burying ground.
Look over yonder to that burying ground.
Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down.
Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die.
Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die.
Well, I don't mind dyin', but I hate to leave my children cryin'.
There's black smoke risin', Lord, it's risin' up above my head, up above my head.
There's black smoke risin', Lord, it's risin' up above my head.
And tell Jesus, make up my dyin' bed.
I'm walkin' kind of funny, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die.
Yes, I'm walkin' kind of funny, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die, fixin' to die.
Well, I don't mind dyin', but I hate to leave my children cryin'.
Pretty Peggy-O
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bob Dylan", recorded 22 November 1961 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 68746-2)
Lyric and music traditional
I been around this whole country, but I never yet found Fennario.
Well, as we marched down,
as we marched down,
as we marched down to Fennario,
well, the captain fell in love
with a lady like a dove.
Her name that she had, was pretty Peggy-o.
Well, what will your mother say,
what will your mother say,
what will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o?
What will your mother say
to know you're goin' away?
You're never, never, never comin' back-io.
Come a-runnin' down your stairs,
come a-runnin' down your stairs,
come a-runnin' down your stairs, pretty Peggy-o.
Come a-runnin' down your stairs,
combin' back your yellow hair.
You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io.
Now the lieutenant he has gone.
The lieutenant, he has gone.
The lieutenant, he has gone, pretty Peggy-o.
The lieutenant, he has gone,
long gone.
He's a riding down in Texas with the rodeo.
Well, the captain he is dead.
Our captain he is dead.
Our captain he is dead, pretty Peggy-o.
Well, the captain he is dead,
he died for a maid.
He's buried somewheres in Louisiana-o.
Highway 51 Blues
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bob Dylan", recorded 22 November 1961 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 68749-1)
Original lyric and music written by Curtis Jones
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door.
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door.
But won't get the girl I'm loving.
Won't go down Highway 51 no more.
Well, I know that highway like I know my hand.
Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand.
Running from up Wisconsin way
down to no man's land.
Well, if I should die 'fore my time should come,
and if I should die 'fore my time should come,
won't you bury my body
out on Highway 51?
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door.
I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door.
But won't get the girl I'm loving.
Won't go down Highway 51 no more.
Gospel Plow
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bob Dylan", recorded 22 November 1961 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 68748-1)
Lyric and music traditional
Mary wore three links of chain.
Ev'ry link was Jesus name.
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh, Lord.
Oh, Lord.
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Mary, Mark and Luke and John,
all them prophets so good and gone.
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh, Lord.
Oh, Lord.
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Well, I never been to heaven, but I've been told
streets up there are lined with gold.
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh, Lord.
Oh, Lord.
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh, Lord.
Oh, Lord.
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh, Lord.
Oh, Lord.
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
House Of The Risin' Sun
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bob Dylan", recorded 20 November 1961 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 68729-3)
Lyric and music traditional
There is a house down in New Orleans
they call The Risin' Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
and me, oh God, I'm a-one.
My mother was a tailor.
She sowed these new blue jeans.
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord,
down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he's satisfied
is when he's on a drunk.
He fills his glasses up to the brim
and he'll pass the cards around.
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
is ramblin' from town to town.
Oh, tell my baby sister
not to do what I have done,
but shun that house in New Orleans
they call The Risin' Sun.
Well, it's a-one foot on the platform
and the other foot on the train.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.
I'm a-goin' back to New Orleans,
my race is almost run.
I'm goin' back to end my life
down in The Risin' Sun.
There is a house in New Orleans
they call The Risin' Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
and me, oh God, I'm a-one.
Freight Train Blues
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bob Dylan", recorded 22 November 1961 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 68750-1)
Lyric and music traditional
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shed,
just a little shanty by the railroad track.
Freight train was it taught me how to cry.
Holler of the driver was a-my lullaby.
I got the freight train blues.
Oh Lawdy mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes.
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go,
baby, don't you know.
well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues.
Well, my daddy was a fireman and my mama,
she was the only daughter of the engineer.
My sweetheart was a brakeman and it ain't no joke,
it's a shame the way she keeps a good man broke.
I got the freight train blues.
Oh Lawdy mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes.
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go,
oh, mama, don't you know.
Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues.
Well, the only thing that makes me laugh again
is a southbound whistle on a southbound train.
Ev'ry place I wanna go,
I never can go, because, you know,
I got the freight train blues.
Oh Lawdy mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes.
See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bob Dylan", recorded 22 November 1961 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 68747-4)
Original lyric and music written by Blind Lemon Jefferson
Well, there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you.
Well, there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you.
There's just one kind of favor I'll ask of you.
You can see that my grave is kept clean.
And there's two white horses following me.
And there's two white horses following me.
I got two white horses following me,
waiting on my burying ground.
Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
Means another poor boy is underground.
Did you ever hear them church bells toll?
Have you ever heard them church bells toll?
Did you ever hear them church bells toll?
Means another poor boy is dead and gone.
Well, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold.
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold.
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold.
Now I believe what the bible told.
There's just one last favor I'll ask of you.
And there's one last favor I'll ask of you.
There's just one last favor I'll ask of you.
See that my grave is kept clean.
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan", recorded 14 November 1962 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 77002-?)
Lyric and music taken from "Scarlet Ribbons For Her Hair" and adapted by Paul Clayton and Bob Dylan
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe,
if'n you don't know by now.
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe.
It'll never do somehow.
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn,
look out your window and I'll be gone.
You're the reason I'm a-travelin' on.
But don't think twice, it's all right.
And it ain't no use in a-turnin' on your light, babe,
the light I never knowed.
And it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe.
I'm on the dark side of the road.
But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
to try and make me change my mind and stay.
But we never did too much talkin' anyway.
But don't think twice, it's all right.
So it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal,
like you never done before.
And it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal.
I can't hear you any more.
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wonderin' walkin' down the road.
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told.
I give her my heart, but she wanted my soul.
But don't think twice, it's all right.
So long, honey, baby.
Where I'm bound, I can't tell.
Goodbye's too good a word, babe,
so I just say fare thee well.
I ain't a-sayin' you treated me unkind.
You could have done better, but I don't mind.
You just kinda wasted my precious time.
But don't think twice, it's all right.
Corrina, Corrina
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan", recorded 26 October 1962 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 76981-?)
Music traditional
Original lyric written by Bo Carter
Corrina, Corrina,
gal, where you been so long?
Corrina, Corrina,
gal, where you been so long?
I been worr'in' about you, baby,
baby, please come home.
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 ain' a-got Corrina,
life don't mean a thing.
Corrina, Corrina,
gal, you're on my mind.
Corrina, Corrina,
gal, you're on my mind.
I'm a-sittin' down thinkin' of you,
I just can't keep from crying.
I Shall Be Free
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan", recorded 6 December 1962 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 77023-2)
Lyric written by Bob Dylan
Music traditional and taken from "We Shall Be Free"
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-flying...
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, it don't hurt my pride,
'cause I got my little lady right by my side.
She's a-tryin' a-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, pats me on the head,
blows 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 workin' all the time,
I got a woman who works herself blind,
works up to her britches, 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 the fallout shelter,
I jumped the string-bean,
I jumped the T.V. dinner,
I jumped the shotgun.
Now, the man on the stand, he wants 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 sat me down on a television floor,
I flipped the channel to number four.
Out of the shower comes a football man
with a bottle a 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?
Oh ho.
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 mustache on my face.
She's insane.
Well, ask me why I'm drunk all the 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,
make love to Elizabeth Taylor...
Catch hell from Richard Burton!
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bringing It All Back Home", recorded 14 January 1965 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 85275-1)
Lyric and music written by Bob Dylan
Johnny's in the basement
mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
thinking about the government
the man in the trench coat
badge out laid off
says he's got a bad cough
wants to get it paid off
look out kid
it's somethin' you did
God knows when
but you're doin' it again
you better duck down the alley way
lookin' for a new friend
the man in the coon-skin cap
in the pig pen
wants eleven dollar bills
you only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
face full of black soot
talkin' that the heat put
plants in the bed but
the phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
they must bust in early May
orders from the D.A.
look out kid
don't matter what you did
walk on your tip toes
don't tie no bows
better stay away from those
that carry around a fire hose
keep a clean nose
watch the plain clothes
you don't need a weather man
to know which way the wind blows
oh get sick get well
hang around a ink well
hang bell hard to tell
if anything is goin' to sell
try hard get barred
get back write braille
get jailed jump bail
join the army if you fail
look out kid
you're gonna get hit
but losers cheaters
six-time users
hangin' round the theater
girl by the whirlpool
is lookin' for a new fool
don't follow leaders
watch the parkin' meters
oh get born keep warm
short pants romance learn to dance
get dressed get blessed
try to be a success
please her please him buy gifts
don't steal don't lift
twenty years of schoolin'
and they put you on the day shift
look out kid
they keep it all hid
better jump down a manhole
light yourself a candle
don't wear sandals
try to avoid the scandals
don't wanna be a bum
you better chew gum
the pump don't work
'cause the vandals took the handles
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Bringing It All Back Home", recorded 15 January 1965 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 85290-?)
Lyric and music written by Bob Dylan
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out, the saints are comin' through.
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
The sky too is folding under you.
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
Your empty-handed army is all going home.
Your lover, who just walked out the door,
has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet too is moving under you.
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something that calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew.
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Like A Rolling Stone
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Highway 61 Revisited", recorded 16 June 1965 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (CO 86446-4)
Lyric and music written by Bob Dylan
Once upon a time you dressed so fine,
threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall."
You thought they were all a-kiddin' you.
You used to laugh about
everybody that was hangin' out.
Now you don't talk so loud.
Now you don't seem so proud
about having to be scrounging your next meal.
How does it feel?
How does it feel
to be without a home,
like a complete unknown,
like a rolling stone?
Ah, you've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely,
but you know you only used to get juiced in it.
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
and now you're gonna have to get used to it.
You said you'd never compromise
with the mystery tramp, but now you realize
he's not selling any alibis
as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
and say, "Do you want to make a deal?"
How does it feel?
How does it feel
to be on your own,
with no direction home,
a complete unknown,
like a rolling stone?
Ah, you never turned around to see the frowns
on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you.
Never understood that it ain't no good,
you shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat,
who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.
Ain't it hard when you discover that
he really wasn't where it's at,
after he took from you everything he could steal?
How does it feel?
How does it feel
to have you on your own,
with no direction home,
like a complete unknown,
like a rolling stone?
Ah, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people,
they're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made,
exchanging all precious gifts.
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it, babe.
You used to be so amused
at Napoleon in rags and the language that he used.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel?
Ah, how does it feel
to be on your own,
with no direction home,
like a complete unknown,
like a rolling stone?
Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Blonde On Blonde", recorded 16 February 1966 at Columbia Music Row Studios, Nashville, Tennessee, U.S.A. (NCO 83276-?)
Lyric and music written by Bob Dylan
Oh, the ragman draws circles
up and down the block.
I'd ask him what the matter was,
but I know that he don't talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly
and they furnish me with tape.
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama,
can this really be the end,
to be stuck inside of Mobile
with the Memphis blues again.
Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
with his pointed shoes and his bells,
speaking to some French girl,
who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
find out if she's talked,
but the post office's been stolen
and the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama,
can this really be the end,
to be stuck inside of Mobile
with the Memphis blues again.
Mona tried to tell me
to stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men
just drink up your blood like wine.
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that,
but then again, there's only one I've met.
An' he just smoked my eyelids
an' punched my cigarette."
Oh, Mama,
can this really be the end,
to be stuck inside of Mobile
with the Memphis blues again.
Grandpa died last week
and now he's buried in the rocks,
but everybody still talks about
how badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen,
I knew he'd lost control
when I sp... he built a fire on Main Street [1]
and shot it full of holes.
Oh, Mama,
can this really be the end,
to be stuck inside of Mobile
with the Memphis blues again.
Now, the senator came down here,
showing ev'ryone his gun,
handing out free tickets
to the wedding of his son.
An' me, I nearly got busted,
an' wouldn't it be my luck
to get caught without a ticket
and be discovered beneath a truck.
Oh, Mama,
is this really the end,
to be stuck inside of Mobile
with the Memphis blues again.
Now, the tea... preacher looked so baffled [2]
when I asked him why he dressed
with twenty pounds of headlines
stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved to him,
then I whispered 'n' said, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me,
I hope you're satisfied."
Oh, Mama,
can this really be the end,
to be stuck inside of Mobile
with the Memphis blues again.
Now, the rainman gave me two cures,
then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
the other was just railroad gin.
An' like a fool I mixed them,
an' it strangled up my mind,
an' now people just get uglier
an' I have no sense of time.
Oh, Mama,
can this really be the end,
to be stuck inside of Mobile
with the Memphis blues again.
Now, when Ruthie says come see her
in her honky-tonk lagoon,
where I can watch her waltz for free
'neath her Panamanian moon.
An' I say, "Aw, come on now,
you know you know about my debutante."
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need,
but I know what you want."
Oh, Mama,
can this really be the end,
to be stuck inside of Mobile
with the Memphis blues again.
Now, the bricks lay on Grand Street,
where the neon madmen climb.
They all fall there so perfectly,
it all seems so well timed.
An' here I sit so patiently,
waiting to find out what price
you have to pay to get out of
going through all these things twice.
Oh, Mama,
is this really the end,
to be stuck here inside of Mobile
with the Memphis blues again.
[1] Other suggested transcripts for this line are:
When I see... he built a fire on Main Street
When I sp... he built a fire on Main Street
When asked... he built a fire on Main Street
When I st... he built a fire on Main Street
When I stee... built a fire on Main Street
When I spea... built a fire on Main Street
When I seen... he built a fire on Main Street
When as he built a fire on Main Street
When I spied he built a fire on Main Street
[2] Other suggested transcripts for this line are:
Now, the tea preacher looked so baffled
Now, the T-preacher looked so baffled
Now, the teen preacher looked so baffled
Now, the team preacher looked so baffled
Now, the TV preacher looked so baffled
Well, the teen preacher looked so baffled
Peggy Day
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Nashville Skyline", recorded 14 February 1969 at Columbia Music Row Studios, Nashville, Tennessee, U.S.A. (NCO 98927-?)
Lyric and music written by Bob Dylan
Peggy Day stole my poor heart away
by golly what more can I say
love to spend the night with Peggy Day
Peggy night makes my future look so bright
man that girl is out of sight
love to spend the day with Peggy night
well you know ever even before I learned her name
you know I love her just the same
an' I tell 'em all wherever I may go just so they'll know
that she's my little lady and I love her so
Peggy Day stole my poor heart away
turned my skies to blue from gray
love to spend the night with Peggy Day
Peggy Day stole my poor heart away
by golly what more can I say
love to spend the night with Peggy Day
love to spend the night with Peggy Day
Belle Isle
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Self Portrait", recorded 5 March 1970 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (NCO 101495-?)
Lyric and music traditional
One evenin', for pleasure, I rambled to view
with the fair fields all alone.
And down by the banks of Loch Erin,
where beauty and pleasure were known,
I spied a fair maid at her labors,
which caused me to stay for a while.
And I thought of her "Goddess of Beauty,
the bloomin' bright star of Bright Isle."
I humbled myself to her beauty.
"Fair maiden, where do you belong?
Are you from heaven descended,
abidings in Cupid's fair throng?"
"Young man, I will tell you a secret.
It's true I'm a maid that is poor.
And to part from my vows and my promise
is more than my heart can endure.
Therefore I remain at my service
and go through all my hardship and toil
and wait for the lad that has left me
all alone on the banks of Belle Isle."
"Young maiden, I wish not to banter.
'T is true I come here in disguise.
I came here to fulfill our last promise
and hoped to give you a surprise.
I own you're a maid I love dearly
and you've been in my heart all the while.
For me there is no other damsel
than my bloomin' bright star of Belle Isle."
Copper Kettle
(The Pale Moonlight)
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Self Portrait", recorded 5 March 1970 at Columbia Studio A, New York, New York, U.S.A. (NCO 101497-?)
Lyric and music written by A. F. Beddoe
get you a copper kettle
get you a copper coil
fill it with new-made corn maize
and never more you toil
you just lean out by the juniper
while the moon is bright
watch them jugs a-filling
in the pale moonlight
built you a fire with hickory
hickory ash and oil
don't use no green or rotten wood
and get you by the smoke
we'll just lay there by the juniper
while the moon is bright
watch them jugs a-filling
in the pale moonlight
my daddy he made whisky
my granddaddy he did too
we ain't paid no whisky tax
since seventeen ninety-two
we just lay there by the juniper
while the moon is bright
watch them jugs a-filling
in the pale moonlight
in the pale moonlight