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Ramblin' outa the wild West,
Leavin' the towns I love the best. Thought I'd seen some ups and down, "Til I come into New York town. People goin' down to the ground, Buildings goin' up to the sky. Wintertime in New York town, The wind blowin' snow around. Walk around with nowhere to go, Somebody could freeze right to the bone. I froze right to the bone. New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years; I didn't feel so cold then. I swung on to my old guitar, Grabbed hold of a subway car, And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride, I landed up on the downtown side; Greenwich Village. I walked down there and ended up In one of them coffee-houses on the block. Got on the stage to sing and play, Man there said, "Come back some other day, You sound like a hillbilly; We want folk singer here." Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play, Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day. I blowed inside out and upside down. The man there said he loved m' sound, He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound; Dollar a day's worth. And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around, I finally got a job in New York town, In a bigger place, bigger money too, Even joined the union and paid m' dues. Now, a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen. It didn't take too long to find out Just what he was talkin' about. A lot of people don't have much food on their table, But they got a lot of forks n' knives, And they gotta cut somethin'. So one mornin' when the sun was warm, I rambled out of New York town. Pulled my cap down over my eyes And headed out for the western skies. So long, New York. Howdy, East Orange. |
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Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed. Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air If these wings should fail to me, Lord, won't you meet me with another girl ? Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed. Lord, in my time of dying don't want nobody to cry All I want you to do is take me when I die Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed. |
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I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days I'll say goodbye to Colorado Where I was born and partly raised Your mother says that I'm a stranger My face you'll never see no more But there's one promise, darling I'll see you on God's golden shore Through this open world, I'm about to ramble Through ice and snow, sleet and rain I'm about to ride that mornin' railroad Perhaps I'll die on that train I'm going back to Colorado The place that I started from If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat me Honey, I never would have come |
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(First release—Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan)
I've been around this whole country But I never yet found Fennario. Well, as we marched down As we marched down Well, as we marched down to Fennario Well, our captain fell in love With a lady like a dove Her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O Well, what will your mother say What will your mother say What will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O What will your mother say To know you're going away You're never, never, never coming back-io ? Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O Come a-running down your stairs Comb back your yellow hair You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io. The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O The lieutenant he has gone Long gone He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo. Well, our captain he is dead Our captain he is dead Our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O Well, our captain he is dead Died for a maid He's buried somewheres in Louisiana-O. |
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Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door But won't get the girl I'm loving Won't go down Highway 51 no more. Well, I know that highway like I know my hand Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand Running from up Wisconsin Way down to no man's land. Well, if I should die before my time should come And if I should die before my time should come Won't you bury my body Out on Highway 51? Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door But won't get the girl I'm loving Won't go down Highway 51 no more. |
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(First release—Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan)
Mary wore three links of chain, Every link was Jesus name, Keep your hand on that plow, hold on, Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Mary, Mark and Luke and John, All them prophets are dead and gone, Keep your hand on that plow, hold on, Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Well I never been to heaven, but I've been told, Streets up there are lined with gold, Keep your hand on that plow, hold on, Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. |
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Baby, let me follow you down
Baby, let me follow you down Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down Can I come home with you? Baby, can I come home with you? Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me come home with you Baby, let me follow you down Baby, let me follow you down Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down Yes, I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down |
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house of rising sun
There is a house down in New Orleans They call the risin' sun. It's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor She sewed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler Down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk. He'll fill his glasses up to the brim And he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is ramblin' from town to town. Oh tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the risin' sun. And it's one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear my ball and chain. I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm goin' back to end my life Down in the risin' sun. There is a house in New Orleans They call the risin' sun. It's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one. |
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I was born in Dixie in a boomer shed
Just a little shanty by the railroad track Freight train was it taught me how to cry The holler of the driver was my lullaby I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes And when the whistle blows I gotta go baby, don't you know Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues. Well, my daddy was a fireman and my mama-ha She was the only daugther of an enginer My sweetheart was a brakeman and it ain't no joke Seems a waste to get a good man broke I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes And when the whistle blows I gotta go mama, don't you know Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues. Well, the only thing that makes me laugh again Is a southbound whistle on a southbound train Every place I wanna go I never can go Because you know I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes |
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I'm out here a thousand miles from my home,
Walkin' a road other men have gone down. I'm seein' your world of people and things, Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings. Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song 'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along. Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn, It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born. Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know All the things that I'm a-sayin' an' a-many times more. I'm a-singin' you this song, but I can't sing enough, 'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done. Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too, An' to all the good people that traveled with you. Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men That come with the dust and are gone with the wind. I'm a-leavin' tomorrow, but I could leave today, Somewhere down the road someday. The very last thing that I'd want to do Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too. |
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Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you There's just one kind of favor I'll ask of you You can see that my grave is kept clean. And there's two white horses following me And there's two white horses following me I got two white horses following me Waiting on my burying ground. Did you ever hear that coughin' sound Did you ever hear that coughin' sound Did you ever hear that coughin' sound Means another poor boy is underground. Did you ever hear them church bells toll Did you ever hear them church bells toll Did you ever hear them church bells toll Means another poor boy is dead and gone. And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold Now I believe what the Bible told. There's just one last favor I'll ask of you And there's one last favor I'll ask of you There's just one last favor I'll ask of you See that my grave is kept clean. |
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지난 2004년 음악전문지 롤링스톤즈가뽑은 위대한 노래 5백곡가운데 14위에올랐다 평화와전쟁 자유에관해질문하는 철학적인노래 How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man 사람은 얼마나 많은 길을 걸어야 사람이라고 불리울수있을까?(사람으로 인정받을수 있을까?) How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand 흰 비둘기는 얼마나 많은 바다를 건너야 모래 밭에서 편안히 잠을 잘 수 있을까 Yes 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned 얼마나 많은 포탄이 날아가야 지상에서 사라질 수 있을까(영원히 포탄사용이 금지될수있을까?) The answer my friend is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind 친구여 그대답은바람결에흩날리고있다네...대답은우리주변에있는데 우리가알아차리지못할뿐...) 바람만이 알고 있지. Yes 'n' how many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea 산은 얼마나 오랜 세월을 서있어야 바다로 씻겨갈수있을까? (높은 산이 씻겨나가 바다로 흘러갈 수 있을까) Yes 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed tl be free 얼마나 많은 세월이 흘러야 사람들이 자유로와 질수있을까? Yes 'n' how many times can a man turn his head Pretending that he just doesn't see 도대체 얼마나 여러 번 고개를 돌려야 보이지않는척 외면할수있을까? The answer my friend is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind 친구여 그 대답은 바람결에 흩날리고있다네 그답은불어오는 바람속에 있다네.. Yes 'n' how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky 사람은 얼마나 여러번 올려다 봐야 하늘을 볼수있을까? Yes 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry 도대체 얼마나 많은 귀가있어야 사람들이 울부짖는 소리를 들을수 있을까 Yes 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died 얼마나 많은 사람이 죽어야 너무나 많은 이가 희생되었다는사실을 알 수있을까? The answer my friend is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind 친구여 그대답은 바람결에 흩날리고있다네 그답은불어오는 바람속에있다네... |
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Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine. Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm, When the rivers freeze and summer ends, Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm, To keep her from the howlin' winds. Please see for me if her hair hangs long, If it rolls and flows all down her breast. Please see for me if her hair hangs long, 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' in the north country fair, Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine. |
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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 sit back and watch While the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion While the young peoples' 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 threatenin' 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 That 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 will come soon I'll follow your casket On a pale afternoon I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead |
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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 foreign 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 old 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 |
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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 be love her till I'm dead Go away from my door and 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, look it 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. |
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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ? And what did you see, my darling young one ? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ? And what did you hear, my darling young one ? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ? Who did you meet, my darling young one ? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded and hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ? And what'll you do now my darling young one ? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner's face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my songs well before I start singin' And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. |
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It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don't know by now When your rooster crows at the breaks of dawn Look out your window and I'll be gone You're the reason I'm traveling on Don't think twice, it's all right. It ain't no use in turning on your light, babe That light I never knowed And it ain't no use in turning 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 talking anyway So don't think twice, it's all right. It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal Like you never done before It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal I can't hear you any more I'm a-thinking and a-wond'rin' walking down the road I once loved a woman, a child I'm told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul Don't think twice, it's all right. So long honey, babe Where I'm bound, I can't tell Goodbye's too good a word, babe So I'll just say fare thee well I ain't saying 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. |
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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 |
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Oxford town, Oxford town
Everybody's got their heads bowed down Sun don't shine above the ground Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford town He went down to Oxford town Guns and clubs followed him down All because his face was brown Better get away from Oxford town Oxford town around the bend Come to the door, he couldn't get in All because of the color of his skin What do you think about that, my friend? Me, my gal, and my gal's son We got met with a tear gas bomb Don't even know why we come We're goin' back where we came from Oxford town in the afternoon Everybody's singin' a sorrowful tune Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon Somebody better investigate soon |
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Honey, just allow me one more chance
To get along with you Honey, just allow me one more chance I'll do anything for 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 Allow me just 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 There's just one kind favor I'll ask you Allow me just one more chance Honey, just allow me one more chance To get along with you Honey, just allow me one more chance I'll do anything for 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 one kind favor I ask you Allow me just one more chance |
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Well, I took me a woman late last night
I's three-fourths drunk, she looked alright 'Til started peelin' off her onion-gook She took off her wig, an' said, "How do I look?" I was 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, it don't hurt my pride 'Cause I got my little lady right by my side She's-a tryin' to hide Pretendin' she don't know me I's out there paintin' on the old woodshed When a can of 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 four feet short She yells and hollers and screams and snorts She tickles my nose pats me on the head Rolls me over and kicks me outta bed She's a man-eater Meat-grinder Bad loser Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' all the time I got a woman who works herself blind Works up to her britches, up to her neck Writes 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 raid drill I jumped the fallout shelter I jumped the string-bean I jumped the TV dinner I jumped the shotgun Now, the man on the stand, he wants my vote He's a-runnin' for office on a ballot note He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple Tellin' me he loves all kinds of people He's eatin' bagels He's eatin' pizza He's eatin' chitlins Oh, I set me down on the television floor I flipped the channel on to number four Out of the shower comes a football man With a bottle of oil in his hand Greasy kid stuff But what I want to know, Mr. Football Man Is what do you do about Willy Mays? Martin Luther King, Oula Tunjee? 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 mustache on my face, she's insane Well, ya ask me why I'm drunk all the time It levels my head and eases my mind I just walk along and stroll and sing I'll see better days and I'll do better things I'll catch dinosaurs Make love to Elizabeth Taylor Catch hell from Richard Burton |
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