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Bob Dylan The Bootleg Series Volumes 1 3

: 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

: No more auction block for me No more, no more No more auction block for me Many thousands gone No more driver's lash for me No more, no more No more

: 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

: I got those worried blues, And I got those worried blues, I got those worried blues, I got those worried blues, Lord, I'm a-going where I never been

: Come around you rovin' gamblers and a story I will tell About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well. His name was Will O' Conley and he

: The winter wind is a blowing strong My hands have got no gloves I wish to my soul that I could see The girl I'm a-thinking of Don't you remember me

: Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue, I didn't know what in the world I was gonna do, Them Communists they wus comin' around, They wus in the air

: Trails of troubles, Roads of battles, Paths of victory, I shall walk. The trail is dusty And my road it might be rough, But the better roads are waiting

: Who killed Davey Moore, Why an' what's the reason for? "Not I," says the referee, "Don't point your finger at me. I could've stopped it in the eighth