- Song Title:“Long Distance Operator”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Long-distance operator,
Place this call, it’s not for fun.
Long-distance operator,
Please, place this call, you know it’s not for fun.
I gotta get a message to my baby,
You know, she’s not just anyone.
There are thousands in the phone booth,
Thousands at the gate.
There are thousands in the phone booth,
Thousands at the gate.
Ev’rybody wants to make a long-distance call
But you know they’re just gonna have to wait.
If a call comes from Louisiana,
Please, let it ride.
If a call comes from Louisiana,
Please, let it ride.
This phone booth’s on fire,
It’s getting hot inside.
Ev’rybody wants to be my friend,
But nobody wants to get higher.
Ev’rybody wants to be my friend,
But nobody wants to get higher.
Long-distance operator,
I believe I’m stranglin’ on this telephone wire.
- Song Title:“Lo And Behold “
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
I pulled out for San Anton’,
I never felt so good.
My woman said she’d meet me there
And of course, I knew she would.
The coachman, he hit me for my hook
And he asked me my name.
I give it to him right away,
Then I hung my head in shame.
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Lookin’ for my lo and behold,
Get me outa here, my dear man!
I come into Pittsburgh
At six-thirty flat.
I found myself a vacant seat
An’ I put down my hat.
What’s the matter, Molly, dear,
What’s the matter with your mound?
What’s it to ya, Moby Dick?
This is chicken town!
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Lookin’ for my lo and behold,
Get me outa here, my dear man!
I bought my girl
A herd of moose,
One she could call her own.
Well, she came out the very next day
To see where they had flown.
I’m goin’ down to Tennessee,
Get me a truck ‘r somethin’.
Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Lookin’ for my lo and behold,
Get me outa here, my dear man!
Now, I come in on a ferris wheel
An’ boys, I sure was slick.
I come in like a ton of bricks,
Laid a few tricks on ‘em.
Goin’ back to Pittsburgh,
Count up to thirty,
Round that horn and ride that herd,
Gonna thread up!
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Lookin’ for my lo and behold,
Get me outa here, my dear man!
- Song Title:“Katie’s Been Gone”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Katies been gone since the spring time;
She wrote one timen sent her love.
Katies been gone for such a long time now.
I wonder what kind of love shes thinkin of.
Dear katie,
If you can hear me,
I cant wait to have ya near me.
Oh, katie, since ya caught that bus,
Well, I just dont know how things are with us.
Im still here and youre out there.
Katie laughed when I said I was lonely.
She said, theres no need tfeel that way.
Katie said that I was her only one,
But then I wonder why she didnt wanna stay.
Dear katie, if Im the only one,
How much longer will you be gone?
Oh, katie, wont ya tell me straight:
How much longer do I have to wait?
Ill believe you,
But please come through.
I know its wrong to be apart this long;
You should be here, near me.
Katies been gone and now her face is slowly fading from my mind.
Shes gone to find some newer places,
Left the old life far behind.
Dear katie, dont ya miss your home?
I dont see why you had to roam.
Dear katie, since youve been away
I lose a little something every day
I need you here, but youre still out there.
Dear katie, please drop me a line,
Just write, love, to tell me youre fine.
Oh, katie, if you can hear me,
I just cant wait to have you near me.
I can only think
Where are you,
What ya do, may be theres someon
- Song Title:“Going To Acapulco “
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
I’m going down to rose maries
She never does me wrong.
She puts it to me plain as day
And gives it to me for a song.
Its a wicked life but what the hell
The stars aint falling down.
Im standing outside the taj mahal
I dont see no one around.
Goin to acapulco
Goin on the run.
Goin down to see fat gut
Goin to have some fun.
Yeah goin to have some fun.
Now, whenever I get up
And I aint got what I see
I just make it down to rose maries
bout a quarter after three.
There are worse ways of getting there
And I aint complainin none.
If the clouds dont drop and the train dont stop
Im bound to meet the sun.
Goin to acapulco
Goin on the run.
Goin down to see some girl
Goin to have some fun.
Yeah goin to have some fun.
Now, if someone offers me a joke
I just say no thanks.
I try to tell it like it is
And keep away from pranks.
Well, sometime you know when the well breaks down
I just go pump on it some.
Rose marie, she likes to go to big places
And just set there waitin for me to come.
Goin to acapulco
Goin on the run.
Goin down to see some girl
Goin to have some fun.
Yeah goin to have some fun.
- Song Title:“Don’t Ya Tell Henry”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
I went down to the river on a saturday morn,
A-lookin around just to see whos born.
I found a little chicken down on his knees,
I went up and yelled to him,
Please, please, please!
He said, dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly.
I went down to the corner at a-half past ten,
Is lookin around, I wouldnt say when.
I looked down low, I looked above,
And who did I see but the one I love.
She said, dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly.
Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve,
A-lookin around just to see myself.
I spotted a horse and a donkey, too,
I looked for a cow and I saw me a few.
They said, dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly.
Now, I went down to the pumphouse the other night,
A-lookin around, it was outa sight.
I looked high and low for that big ol tree,
I did go upstairs but I didnt see nobody but me.
I said, dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly.
- Song Title:“Crash On The Levee “
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Crash on the levee, mama
Water’s gonna overflow
Swamp’s gonna rise
No boat’s gonna row
Now, you can train on down
To Williams Point
You can bust your feet
You can rock this joint
But oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now ?
You’re gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow.
Now, don’t you try an’ move me
You’re just gonna lose
There’s a crash on the levee
And mama, you’ve been refused
Well, it’s sugar for sugar
And salt for salt
If you go down in the flood
It’s gonna be your own fault
Oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now ?
You’re gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow.
Well, that high tide’s risin’
Mama, don’t you let me down
Pack up your suitcase
Mama, don’t you make a sound
Now, it’s king for king
Queen for queen
It’s gonna be the meanest flood
That anybody’s seen
Oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now ?
You’re gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow.
- Song Title:“Bessie Smith”
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times with the bad
Now many a year has passed me by
I still recall the best thing I ever had
I’m just goin’ down the road t’ see Bessie
Oh, See her soon
Goin’ down the road t’ see Bessie Smith
When I get there I wonder what she’ll do
Now all the crazy things I had to try
Well I tried them all and then some
But if you’re lucky one day you find out
Where it is you’re really comin’ from
I’m just goin’ down the road t’ see Bessie
Oh, See her soon
Goin’ down the road t’ see Bessie Smith
When I get there I wonder what she’ll do
Now in my day I’ve made some foolish moves
But back then, I didn’t worry ’bout a thing
And now again I still wonder to myself
Was it her sweet love or the way that she could sing
I’m just goin’ down the road t’ see Bessie
Oh, See her soon
Goin’ down the road t’ see Bessie Smith
When I get there I wonder what she’ll do
There’s so much time has gone right on by
I didn’t think one could be so wrong
And then one night I was drinkin’ and a-thinkin’
In the bottom of the glass I could see Bessie’s face so strong
I’m just goin’ down the road t’ see Bessie
Oh, See her soon
Goin’ down the road t’ see Bessie Smith
When I get there I wonder what she’ll do
When she sees me will she know what I’ve been through?
Wil
- Song Title:“Apple Sucking Tree “
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Old man sailin’ in a dinghy boat
Down there
Old man down is baitin’ a hook
On there
Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook
Gonna pull man into the suckling brook
Oh yeah!
Now, he’s underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
That’s underneath that tree
There’s gonna be just you and me
Underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
I push him back and I stand in line
Oh yeah!
Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line
Oh yeah!
Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line
I get on board in two-eyed time
Oh yeah!
Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Underneath that tree
There’s just gonna be you and me
Underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Now, who’s on the table. who’s to tell me?
Oh yeah!
Who’s on the table, who’s to tell me?
Oh yeah!
Who should I tell, oh, who should I tell?
The forty-nine of you like bats out of hell
Oh underneath that old apple suckling tree
- Song Title:“Ain’t No More Cane “
- Album: <<The Basement Tapes>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 6.26 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
Aint no more cane on the brazos
Oh, oh, oh, oh…
Its all been ground down to molasses
Oh, oh- oh, oh- oh…
You shoulda been on the river in 1910
They were driving the women just like they drove the men.
Go down old hannah, doncha rise no more
Dont you rise up til judgment days for sure
Aint no more cane on the brazos
Its all been ground down to molasses
Captain, dont you do me like you done poor old shine
Well ya drove that bully til he went stone blind
Wake up on a lifetime, hold up your own head
Well you may get a pardon and then you might drop dead
Aint no more cane on the brazos
Its all been ground down to molasses.
- Song Title:“Shelter From The Storm”
- Album: <<Blood On The Tracks>>
- Singer: Bob Dylan
- Album Time: 1.17 1975
- Company:Columbia Records
‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Now there’s a wall between us, somethin’ there’s been lost
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a noneventful morn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
I’ve heard newborn babies wailin’ like a mournin’ dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an’ she gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Well, I’m livin’ in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
