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Bob Dylan The Bootleg Series Volumes 1 3

the blues Like Blind Willie McTell There's a woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He's dressed up like a squire Bootlegged whiskey in

Well, I walked all night long Listenin' to them church bells tone Yes, I walked all night long Listenin' to them church bells tone Either someone needing

Smoky autumn night, stars up in the sky, I see the sailin' boats across the bay go by. Eucalyptus trees hang above the street And then I turn my head

Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song. Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong. Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell

Well met, well met, my own true love Well met, well met, cried she I've just returned from the salt, salt sea And it's all for the love of thee I could

If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier She left here last early spring, is livin' there, I hear Say for me that I'm all right though things

Listen to me, baby, There's something you must see. I want to be with you, gal, If you want to be with me. But if you got to go, It's all right. But

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin'

For his age, he's wise He's got his mother's eyes There's gladness in his heart He's young and he's wild My only prayer is, if I can't be there, Lord