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• Song Title:“Let It Be Me”
• Album: <<Selfportrait>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 6.8  1970
• Company:Columbia Records

I bless the day I found you
I want my arms around you
And so I beg you: Let it be me.
Don’t take this heaven from one
If you must cling someone
Now and forever, let it be me.
Each time we meet, love
I find complete love
Without your sweet love, what would life be ?
So never leave me lonely
Tell me that you love me only
And say you’ll always let it be me.

• Song Title:“It Hurts Me Too”
• Album: <<Selfportrait>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 6.8  1970
• Company:Columbia Records

So run here baby, put your little hands in mine
I’ve got something to tell you
I know you’re gonna change your mind
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too.
I want you, baby, just to understand
I don’t wanna be your boss, baby
I just wanna be your man
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too.
Now when you go home, you don’t have to get along
Come back to me, baby
Where I live that’s where you belong
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too.
I love you baby, and you know that it’s true
I wouldn’t mistreat you, baby
Nothing in this world is like you
Yes, when things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too.
So run here baby, put your little hands in mine
I’ve got something to tell you, baby
I know you’re gonna change your mind
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
Don’t you know, really, don’t you know it hurts me too.

• Song Title:“In Search Of Little Sadie”
• Album: <<Selfportrait>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 6.8  1970
• Company:Columbia Records

Went out last night to take a little round.
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless under my head.
I began to think what a deed I’d done.
I grabbed my hat and I began to run.
I made a god run but I ran too slow;
They overtook me down in Jericho
Standing on a corner a ringin’ my bell,
Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.
He said ‘Young man is you name Brown?
Remember you blowed Sadie down.”
“Oh yes sir, my name is Lee.
I murdered little Sadie in the first degree.
First degree and second degree.
If you’ve got any papers will you serve them to me?”
Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black,
They put me on a train and they sent me back.
I had no one to go my bail;
They crammed me back into the county jail.
Oh, yes they did.
The judge and the jury they took their stand.
The judge had the papers in his right hand.
Forty-one days, forty-one nights;
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes;
Oh, no!
Went out last night to take a little round.
I met little Sadie and I blowed her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed,
A forty-four smokeless under my head.

• Song Title:“I Forgot More Than You’ll Ever Know”
• Album: <<Selfportrait>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 6.8  1970
• Company:Columbia Records

I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her.
You think you know the smile on her lips
The thrill and the touch of her fingertips
But I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her.
You think you’ll find heaven of bliss
In each caress, in each tender kiss
But I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her.
You stole her love from me one day
You didn’t care, oh, it hurt me
But you can never steal away memories of what used to be.
You think she’s yours, to have and to hold
Someday you’ll learn, when her love grows cold
But I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her.

• Song Title:“Gotta Travel On”
• Album: <<Selfportrait>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 6.8  1970
• Company:Columbia Records

Done laid around, done stayed around, this old town too long
Summmer’s almost gone, winter’s comin on
Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long
And it seems like I gotta travel on.
And it seems like I gotta travel on.
Papa writes to Johnny, Johnny can’t come home
Johnny can’t come home, Johnny can’t come home
Papa writes to Johnny, Johnny can’t come home
Johnny’s been out on the road too long
That chilly wind will soon begin and I’ll be on my way
Going home to stay, Going home to stay
That chilly wind will soon begin and I’ll be on my way
And I feel like I just wanna travel on
There’s a lonesome freight at six’o eight, a comin through the town
I’ll be homeward bound, I’ll be homeward bound
A lonesome freight at six’o eight comin on through the town
And I’ll feel like I just a want to travel on

• Song Title:“Early Morning Rain”
• Album: <<Selfportrait>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 6.8  1970
• Company:Columbia Records

In the early mornin’ rain
with a dollar in my hand
with an achin’ in my heart
and my pockets full of sand
I’m a long way from home
and I missed my loved on so
in the early mornin’ rain
and no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go
well, I’m stuck here on the ground
where the cold winds blow
the liquor tasted good
and the women all were fast
there she goes, my friend
she’s a rollin’ down at last
Here the mighty engines roar
see the silver bird on high
she’s away in westward bound
far above the clouds she’ll fly
where the mornin’ rain don’t fall
and the sun always shines
she’ll be flyin’ over my home
in about three hours time
This old airports got me down
it’s no earthly good to me
’cause I’m stuck here on the ground
cold and drunk as I might be
you can’t hop a jet plane
like you can a freight train
so I best be on my way
in the early mornin’ rain

• Song Title:“Days Of ‘49″
• Album: <<Selfportrait>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 6.8  1970
• Company:Columbia Records

I’m old Tom Moore from the bummer’s shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
And all the people say, “There goes Tom Moore, in the days of ‘49″
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft’times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of ‘49.
My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew
A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true
Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine
Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of ‘49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft’times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of ‘49.
There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
And every time that he’d get full he was spoiling for a fight
But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the days of ‘49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft’times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of ‘49.
There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same
He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind
In the game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of ‘49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft’times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of ‘49.
There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget
He would roar all day and he’d roar all night and I guess he’s roaring yet
One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design
And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of ‘49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft’times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of ‘49.
Of the comrades all that I’ve had, there’s none that’s left to boast
And I’m left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost
And I pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign
“There goes Tom Moore, a bummer shore in the days of ‘49 ”
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft’times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of ‘49.

• Song Title:“Copper Kettle”
• Album: <<Selfportrait>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 6.8  1970
• Company:Columbia Records

Get you a copper kettle,
Get you a copper coil.
Fill it with new made corn mash
And never more you’ll toil.
You’ll just lay there by the juniper,
While the moon is bright.
Watch them jugs a-filling
In the pale moonlight.
Build you a fire with hickory,
Hickory, ash, and oak.
Don’t use no green or rotten wood,
It’ll 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 whiskey.
My granddaddy, he did too.
We ain’t paid no whiskey tax
Since 1792.
We’ll just lay there by the juniper,
While the moon is bright.
Watch them jugs a-filling
In the pale moonlight.

• Song Title:“Blue Moon”
• Album: <<Selfportrait>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 6.8  1970
• Company:Columbia Records

Blue moon, you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.
Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayet for someone I really could care for.
And suddenly there appeared before me the only one my arms could ever hold
I heard someone whisper, “Please, adore me”
And when I looked my moon had turned to gold.
Blue moon, now I’m no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own
Without a love of my own.

• Song Title:“Belle Isle”
• Album: <<Selfportrait>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Album Time: 6.8  1970
• Company:Columbia Records

One evening for pleasure I rambled to view
The fair fields all alone
Down by the banks of Loch Eiron
Where beauty and pleasure were known.
I spied a fair maid at her labour
Which caused me to stay for a while
And I thought of a goddess to beauty
Bloomin’ bright star of Bright Isle.
I humbled myself to her beauty
“Fair maiden, where do you belong ?
Are you from heaven descended
Abiding in Cupid’s fair throne ?”
“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
It’s true I come here in disguise
I came here to fulfil our last promise
And hope to give you a surprise.
I’ve known 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”