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• Mp3 Title:“Talking World War III Blues”
• Album: <<The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Company:Columbia Records

Some time ago a crazy dream came to me,
I dreamt I was walkin’ into World War Three,
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say.
He said it was a bad dream.
I wouldn’t worry ’bout it none, though,
They were my own dreams and they’re only in my head.
I said, “Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain.”
He said, “Nurse, get your pad, this boy’s insane,”
He grabbed my arm, I said “Ouch!”
As I landed on the psychiatric couch,
He said, “Tell me about it.”
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o’clock fast,
It was all over by quarter past.
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wondering who turned the lights on.
Well, I got up and walked around
And up and down the lonesome town.
I stood a-wondering which way to go,
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
And walked on down the road.
It was a normal day.
Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell,
“Give me a string bean, I’m a hungry man.”
A shotgun fired and away I ran.
I don’t blame them too much though,
He didn’t know me.
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, “Howdy friend,
I guess there’s just us two.”
He screamed a bit and away he flew.
Thought I was a Communist.
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave,
“Let’s go and play Adam and Eve.”
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin’
When she said, “Hey man, you crazy or sumpin’,
You see what happened last time they started.”
Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun’,
I got into the driver’s seat
And I drove 42nd Street
In my Cadillac.
Good car to drive after a war.
Well, I remember seein’ some ad,
So I turned on my Conelrad.
But I didn’t pay my Con Ed bill,
So the radio didn’t work so well.
Turned on my player-
It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin’,
“Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa,
Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah.”
I was feelin’ kinda lonesome and blue,
I needed somebody to talk to.
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind.
“When you hear the beep
It will be three o’clock,”
She said that for over an hour
And I hung it up.
Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then,
Sayin, “Hey I’ve been havin’ the same old dreams,
But mine was a little different you see.
I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me.
I didn’t see you around.”
Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody’s having them dreams.
Everybody sees themselves walkin’ around with no one else.
Half of the people can be part right all of the time,
Some of the people can be all right part of the time.
I think Abraham Lincoln said that.
“I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,”
I said that.

• Mp3 Title:“Masters Of War”
• Album: <<The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Company:Columbia Records

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand o’er your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead

• Mp3 Title:“I Shall Be Free”
• Album: <<The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Company:Columbia Records

Well, I took me a woman late last night
I’s three-fourths drunk she looked all right
‘Til she started peelin’ off her onion gook
She took off her wig, said, “How do I look” ?
I’s high flyin’, 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, 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 wood shed
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 squeals 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 looser).
Oh, there ain’t no use in me workin’ alla time
I got a woman who works herself blind
Works up to her britches, up to her neck
Write 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 drill
(I jumped a fallout shelter
I jumped the string bean
I jumped the TV dinner
I jumped the shot gun).
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, set me down on a television floor
I’ll flip the channel to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of 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).
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 moustache on my face
(She’s insane).
Well, ask me why I’m drunk alla 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
I make love to Elizabeth Taylor …
Catch hell from Richard Burton !).

• Mp3 Title:“Honey Just Allow Me One More Chance”
• Album: <<The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Company:Columbia Records

Honey, just allow me one more chance
To get along with you.
Honey, just allow me one more chance,
Ah’ll do anything with you.
Well, I’m a-walkin’ down the road
With my head in my hand,
I’m lookin’ for a woman
Needs a worried man.
Just-a one kind favor I ask you,
‘Low me just-a one more chance.
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To ride your aeroplane.
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To ride your passenger train.
Well, I’ve been lookin’ all over
For a gal like you,
I can’t find nobody
So you’ll have to do.
Just-a one kind favor I ask you,
‘Low me just-a one more chance.
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To get along with you.
Honey, just allow me one more chance,
Ah’ll do anything with you.
Well, lookin’ for a woman
That ain’t got no man,
Is just lookin’ for a needle
That is lost in the sand.
Just-a one kind favor I ask you,
‘Low me just-a one more chance.
Just-a one kind favor I ask you,
‘Low me just-a one more chance.

• Mp3 Title:“Girl From The North Country”
• Album: <<The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Company:Columbia Records

If you’re travelin’ in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
For she once was a true love of mine.
If you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see she has a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin’ winds.
Please see if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair’s hanging long,
For that’s the way I remember her best.
I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all.
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.
So if you’re travelin’ the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
For she once was a true love of mine.

• Mp3 Title:“Down The Highway”
• Album: <<The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Company:Columbia Records

Well, I’m walkin’ down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand.
Yes, I’m walkin’ down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand.
Lord, I really miss my baby,
She’s in some far-off land.
Well, your streets are gettin’ empty,
Lord, your highway’s gettin’ filled.
And your streets are gettin’ empty
And your highway’s gettin’ filled.
Well, the way I love that woman,
I swear it’s bound to get me killed.
Well, I been gamblin’ so long,
Lord, I ain’t got much more to lose.
Yes, I been gamblin’ so long,
Lord, I ain’t got much more to lose.
Right now I’m havin’ trouble,
Please don’t take away my highway shoes.
Well, I’m bound to get lucky, baby,
Or I’m bound to die tryin’.
Yes, I’m a-bound to get lucky, baby,
Lord, Lord I’m a-bound to die tryin’.
Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean
And we’ll leave this ol’ highway behind.
Well, the ocean took my baby,
My baby stole my heart from me.
Yes, the ocean took my baby,
My baby took my heart from me.
She packed it all up in a suitcase,
Lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy.
So, I’m a-walkin’ down your highway
Just as far as my poor eyes can see.
Yes, I’m a-walkin’ down your highway
Just as far as my eyes can see.
From the Golden Gate Bridge
All the way to the Statue of Liberty.

• Mp3 Title:“Don’t Think Twice It’s All Right”
• Album: <<The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Company:Columbia Records

It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If’in you don’t know by now
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do some how.
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An’ 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
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you any more
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ 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 Babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But Goodbye’s too good a word, babe
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t 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

• Mp3 Title:“Corrina Corrina”
• Album: <<The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Company:Columbia Records

Corrina, Corrina,
Gal, where you been so long?
Corrina, Corrina, Gal, where you been so long?
I been worr’in’ ’bout 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’mma sittin down thinkin of you, baby,
I just can’t keep from crying.

• Mp3 Title:“Bob Dylan’s Dream”
• Album: <<The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Company:Columbia Records

While riding on a train goin’ west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin’ and singin’ till the early hours of the morn.
By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin’ and were quite satisfied
Talkin’ and a-jokin’ about the world outside.
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could ever get old.
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.
As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.
How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won,
And many a road taken by many a friend,
And each one I’ve never seen again.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I’d give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

• Mp3 Title:“Bob Dylan’s Blues”
• Album: <<The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan>>
• Singer: Bob Dylan
• Company:Columbia Records

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin’ down the line
Fixin’ ev’rybody’s troubles
Ev’rybody’s ‘cept mine
Somebody musta tol’ ‘em
That I was doin’ fine
Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothin’ in your heads
I got a real gal I’m lovin’
And Lord I’ll love her till I’m dead
Go away from my door and my window too
Right now
Lord, I ain’t goin’ down to no race track
See no sports car run
I don’t have no sports car
And I don’t even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block
Well, the wind keeps a-blowin’ me
Up and down the street
With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don’t step on me
Well, lookit here buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
And rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right
Yes!