You've Been Hiding Too Long
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan, recorded 12 April 1963 live at the Town Hall, New York, New York, U.S.A.
Come, you phony superpatriotic people that say
that hating and fearing is my only way
that this here country has got to be.
You're thinkin' of your sales, you ain't thinkin' of me.
You're not thinkin' of any George Washington.
You're not thinkin' of any Thomas Jefferson.
But you say that you are. And you lie and mislead.
You use their names for your aims, for your selfish greed.
Don't speak to me of your patriotism,
when you throw the southern black boy in prison.
And you say the only good niggers are the ones that have died.
Don't think I'll ever stand on your side.
Though you make it so hard for me to love,
my face shall never feel the slap of your glove.
My cards will never buy... My hands will never buy the cards that you play.
My feet 'll never walk down the road that you lay.
Get out in the open, stop standin' afar.
Let the whole world see what a hypocrite you are.
I ain't jokin' and it... it ain't no gag,
you've been hiding too long behind the American flag.
Tell Me, Momma
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan
on his album "Live 1966", recorded 17 May 1966
live at the Free Trade Hall, Manchester, England
Lyric and music written by Bob Dylan
Coal black glass don't make no mirr'r, [1]
coal black water don't make no tears. [2]
You say you love me what with may be love, [3]
don't you remember makin' baby love?
Yes, you got your steam drill, now you're lookin' for some kid
to get it to work for you like your nine-pound hammer did.
But I know that you know that I know that you show
something is tearing up your mind.
Tell me, momma...
Tell me, momma...
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?
Legs on glass can be, don't even run. [4]
Tombstone graveyard can't get it done. [5]
Fools' gold in your teeth and cemetery hips [6]
waiting outside of your graveyard lips. [7]
Yes, everybody's wondering when your friendship's gonna end.
But come on, baby, I'm your friend!
And I know that you know that I know that you show
something is tearing up your mind.
Tell me, momma...
Tell me, momma...
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?
Oh, you sure please him, but your face is red. [8]
Andy, he can't get it, he's almost dead. [9]
Everybody sees you on your window ledge.
How long's it gonna take for you to get off the edge?
You're just gonna make everybody jump and roar.
Now whatcha wanna go and do that for?
I know that you know that I know that you show
something is tearing up your mind.
Tell me, momma...
Tell me, momma...
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?
[1] Other suggested transcripts for this line are:
Cold black glass don't make no mirr'r
Cole block gloss don't make no mirr'r
Cobalt glox don't make no mirr'r
[2] Other suggested transcripts for this line are:
cold black water don't make no tears
cold black water dog make no tears
cold black water don't make no cheers
[3] Another suggested transcript for this line is:
You say you love me with what may be love
[4] Other suggested transcripts for this line are:
Legs on glass can be only to run
Black sunglass can't make pony run
Legs on glass, baby, no need to run
[...] babe, no need to run
It's all in glass, Cammy, don't even run
It's all in glass, can be, don't even run
It's on glass, painted - only to run
And somebody's candy don't even run
Someplace camping, don't need to run
How many miles can your pony run?
[5] Other suggested transcripts for this line are:
Tombstone graveyards can't get it done
Tombstone brave-dog can't get it done
[6] Other suggested transcripts for this line are:
Fools' gold in your teeth and cemetery hicks
Fool's gold in your teeth with cemetery hips
[7] Another suggested transcript for this line is:
way outside of your graveyard whips
[8] Other suggested transcripts for this line are:
Oh, you choke easy, but your face is red
Well, somebody painted your places red
Oh, choppin' easy, but your face is red
[9] Other suggested transcripts for this line are:
And he can't get it, he's almost dead
Andy can't get it, he's almost dead
Andy can't give it, he's almost dead
But he can't give it, he's almost dead
Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan
on his album "Live 1966", recorded 17 May 1966
live at the Free Trade Hall, Manchester, England
Lyric and music probably traditional
Baby, let me follow you down.
Baby, let me follow you down.
Well, I'll do anything in this godalmighty world,
if you just let me follow you down.
I'll buy you a diamond ring.
Yes, I'll buy you a wedding gown.
Well, I'll do anything in this godalmighty world
if you just let me follow you down.
Can I come home with you?
Baby, can I come home with you?
Well, I'll do anything in this godalmighty world
if you just let me come home with you.
I'll buy you a broken twine,
honey, just for you to climb.
Yes, I'll do anything in this godalmighty world,
if you just once drive me out of my mind.
I'll buy you a gun that squirts.
I'll buy you a velvet shirt.
Yes, I'll do anything in this godalmighty world,
if you just don't make me hurt.
Baby, let me follow you down.
Baby, let me follow you down.
Well, I'll do anything in this godalmighty world,
if you just let me follow you down.
Baby, let me follow you down.
Baby, let me follow you down.
Well, I'll do anything in this godalmighty world,
if you just let me follow you down.
Like A Rolling Stone
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Self Portrait",
recorded 31 August 1969 live at Woodside Bay, Nr. Ryde, Isle of Wight,
England
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 a-used to be a-so proud
about everybody that was hangin' out.
Now you don't talk so loud,
now you don't act so... so proud
about having to be scrounging around... scrounging around for your next meal.
How does it feel?
How does it feel
to be without a home,
to be... direction home,
like a complete unknown,
just like a rolling stone?
You 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 find out you're gonna have to get used to it.
You said you'd never compromise
with the mystery tramp, but a ramble in his eyes...
stare of the vacuum of his eyes...
as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
and say, "Do... Would you like to... Come on now... Would you like to come up and make a deal?"
How does it feel?
How... how does it feel
to be without a home,
like a complete unknown,
with no direction home,
like a rolling stone?
Princess up on the steeple and all them pretty people,
thinkin' and drinkin' that they got it made,
exchangin' all their precious gifts and things.
But you better take your diamond ring down now, you 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 ain't got nothin', girl, you got nothin' to lose.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel?
How does it feel
to be without a home,
with no direction home,
like a complete unknown,
just like a rolling stone?
Like a rolling stone...
Just like a rolling stone... like a rolling stone...
The Mighty Quinn
(Quinn The Eskimo)
Transcript of the the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Self Portrait",
recorded 31 August 1969 live at Woodside Bay, Nr. Ryde, Isle of Wight,
England
Lyric and music written by Bob Dylan
Well, ev'rybody's buildin' ships and boats.
Some are buildin' monuments, others jotting down notes.
Ev'rybody's in despair, ev'ry girl an' boy.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy.
Oh! Come all without, come all within.
You'll not see nothin' (like the mighty Quinn.)
Come all without. (Come all within.
You'll not see nothin' like the mighty Quinn.)
Oh! You know, I like to do just like the rest, you know, I like my sugar sweet.
But jumpin' queues and makin' haste, you know, it ain't my a-cup o' meat.
Ev'rybody's out there feedin' the pigeons out on a limb.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, the pigeons gonna run to him.
Whoa! Come all without, come all within. Yeah!
(You'll not see nothin' like the mighty Quinn.)
Come all without. (Come all within.
You'll not see nothin' like the mighty Quinn.)
A little o' that guitar now!
Cat's mew and cat's meow, you know, I... I can recite 'em all.
Tell me where it a-hurts you, honey, and I'll tell you who to call.
Nobody can get any sleep, you know, there's someone on ev'rybody's toes.
Quinn the Eskimo gets here, ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze.
Oh, come all without. Yeah! (Come all within.)
You'll not see nothin' like the mighty Quinn.
Whoa! (Come all without. Come all within.
You'll not see nothin' like the mighty Quinn.)
Minstrel Boy
Transcript of the performance by Bob Dylan on his album "Self Portrait",
recorded 31 August 1969 live at Woodside Bay, Nr. Ryde, Isle of Wight,
England
Lyric and music written by Bob Dylan
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it roll?
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
Oh, Lucky's drivin' a long, long time.
Then he still sits on top of the hill.
With aching jumpers, with all a down,
with all of them ladies, you know, he's lonely still.
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it roll?
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
Well, he deep in number an' heavy in toil.
Mighty Mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load.
Beneath his bound'ries, what more if I can tell.
With all of his trav'lin', but I'm still on that road.
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it roll?
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it roll?
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?