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John Wesley Harding (album)
Bob Dylan
John Wesley Harding
As I Went Out One Morning
I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine
All Along The Watchtower
The Ballad Of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
Drifter's Escape
Dear Landlord
I  A Lonesome Hobo
I Pity The Poor Immigrant
The Wicked Messanger
Down Along The Cove
I'll Be Your Baby Tonight

John Wesley Harding:
 John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor,
He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.
All along this countryside,
He opened a many a door,
But he was never known
To hurt an honest man.

'Twas down in Chaynee County,
A time they talk about,
With his lady by his side
He took a stand.

And soon the situation there
Was all but straightened out,
For he was always known
To lend a helping hand.

All across the telegraph
His name it did resound,
But no charge held against him
Could they prove.

And there was no man around
Who could track or chain him down,
He was never known
To make a foolish move.

Finish off with solo. 

As I Went Out One Morning:

  As I went out one morning, to breathe the air around Tom Paine's
  I spied the fairest damsel, that ever did walk in chains
  I offer'd her my hand, she took me by the arm
  I knew that very instant, she meant to do me harm

Depart from me this moment, I told her with my voice
Said she, "But I don't wish to, said I, but you have no choice
I beg you, sir, she pleaded, from the corners of her mouth
I will secretly accept you, and together we'll fly south

Just then Tom Paine, himself, came running from across the field
Shouting at this lovely girl, and commanding her to yield
And as she was letting go her grip, up Tom Paine did run
I'm sorry, sir, he said to me, I'm sorry for what she's done

I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine:
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
Alive as you or me,

Tearing through these quarters

In the utmost misery,

With a blanket underneath his arm

And a coat of solid gold,

Searching for the very souls

Whom already have been sold.

"Arise, arise," he cried so loud,
In a voice without restraint,

"Come out, ye gifted kings and queens

And hear my sad complaint.

No martyr is among ye now

Whom you can call your own,

So go on your way accordingly

But know you're not alone."

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
Alive with fiery breath,

And I dreamed I was amongst the ones

That put him out to death.

Oh, I awoke in anger,

So alone and terrified,

I put my fingers against the glass

And bowed my head and cried.

All Along The Watchtower:

   There must be some kind of way out of here
   Said the joker to the thief
   There's too much confusion
   I can't get no relief
   Business men they drink my wine
   Plow men dig my earth
   None of them  along the line
   Know what any of it is worth
   No reason to get excited
   The thief he kindly spoke
   There are many here among us
   Who feel that life is but a joke
   But you and I we've been through that
   And this is not our fate
   So let us stop talking falsely now
   The hour's getting late
   All along the watchtower
   Princess kept the view
   While all the women came and went
   Barefoot servants too
  Outside in the cold distance
   A wildcat did growl
   Two riders were approaching
   And the wind began to howl

   All along the watchtower
   All along the watchtower
   All along the watchtower

The Ballad Of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest:

Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest,
They were the best of friends.
So when Frankie Lee needed money one day,
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
And placed them on a footstool
Just above the plotted plain,
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy,
My loss will be your gain."

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin,
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him,
His head began to spin.
"Could ya please not stare at me like that," he said,
"It's just my foolish pride,
For sometimes a man must be alone
And this is no place to hide."

Well Judas, he just winked and said,
"All right, I'll leave you here,
But you'd better hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you want,
Before they all disappear."
"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now,
Just tell me where you'll be."

Judas pointed down the road
And said eternity,
"Eternity?" said Frankie Lee,
With a voice as cold as ice.
"That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity,
Though you might call it 'Paradise.'"

"I don't call it anything,"
Said Frankie Lee with a smile.
"All right," said Judas Priest,
"I'll see you after a while."

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down,
Feelin' low and mean,
When just then a passing stranger
Burst upon the scene,
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler,
Whose father's deceased?

Well, if you are,
There's a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest."

"Oh, yes, he is my friend,"
Said Frankie Lee in fright,
"I do recall him very well,
In fact, he just left my sight."
"Yes, that's the one," said the stranger,
As quiet as a mouse,
"Well, my message is, he's down the road,
Stranded in a house."

Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked,
He dropped ev'rything and ran
Until he came unto the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand.
"What kind of house is this," he said,
"Where I have come to roam?"
"It's not a house," says Judas Priest,
"It's not a house, it's a home."

Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled,
He soon lost all control
Over everything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll.
He just stood there staring
At that big house as bright as any sun,
With four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in every one.

Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, bounding leap,
And, foaming at the mouth,
He began to make his midnight creep.
For sixteen nights and days he raved,
But on the seventeenth he burst
Into the arms of Judas Priest,
Which is where he died of thirst.

No one tried to say a thing
When they carried him out in jest,
Except, of course, the little neighbour boy
Who carried him to rest.
And he just walked along, alone,
With his guilt all well concealed,
And muttered underneath his breath,
"Nothing is revealed."

Well, the moral of the story,
The moral of this song,
Is simply that one should never be
Where one does not belong.
So when you see your neighbour carryin' somethin',
Help him with his load,
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road.

Finish off with intro

Drifter's Escape:
Capo: 2nd Fret 

"Oh, help me in my weakness,"
I heard the drifter say,
As they carried him from the courtroom
And were taking him away.
"My trip hasn't been a pleasant one
And my time it isn't long,

And I still do not know
What it was that I've done wrong."

Well, the judge, he cast his robe aside,
A tear came to his eye,
"You fail to understand," he said,
"Why must you even try?"
Outside, the crowd was stirring,
You could hear it from the door.

Inside, the judge was stepping down,
While the jury cried for more.

"Oh, stop that cursed jury,"
Cried the attendant and the nurse,
"The trial was bad enough,
But this is ten times worse."
Just then a bolt of lightning
Struck the courthouse out of shape,

And while ev'rybody knelt to pray
The drifter did escape.

Dear Landlord:

Dear Landlord, please don't put a price on my soul,
My burden is heavy, my dreams are beyond control.
When that steamboat whistle blows,
I'm gonna give you all I got to give,
And I do hope you receive it well,
Depending on the way you feel that you live.

Dear Landlord, please heed these words that I speak,
I know you've suffered much, but in this you are not so unique.
All of us at times we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much,
And anyone can fill his life up with things he can see
But he just cannot touch.

Dear Landlord, please don't dismiss my case,
I'm not about to argue, I'm not about to move to no other place.
Now each of us has his own special gift,
And you know this was meant to be true,
And if don't underestimate me,
I won't underestimate you.

I  A Lonesome Hobo:

I am  a lonesome hobo
Without family or friends,
Where another man's life  might begin,
That's exactly where mine ends.
I have tried my hand at bribery,
Blackmail and deceit,
And I've served time for ev'rything
'Cept beggin' on _ the street.

Well, once I was rather prosperous,
There was nothing I did lack.
I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth
And silk upon my back.
But I did not trust my brother,
I carried him to blame,
Which led me to my fatal doom,

To wander off in shame.

Kind ladies and kind gentlemen,
Soon I will be gone,
But let me just warn you all,
Before I do pass on;
Stay free from petty jealousies,
Live by no man's code,
And hold your judgment for yourself
Lest you wind up on this road.

I Pity The Poor Immigrant:
I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed home,
Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone.
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev'ry breath,
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death.

I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain,
Whose heaven is like Ironsides,
Whose tears are like rain,
Who eats but is not satisfied,
Who hears but does not see,
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me.

I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud,
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood,
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass.
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass.

Finish off with intro

The Wicked Messanger:
There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come,
With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter.

When questioned who had sent for him,
He answered with his thumb,
For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter.

He stayed behind the assembly hall,
It was there he made his bed,
Oftentimes he could be seen returning.

Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand which read,
"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning."

Oh, the leaves began to fallin'
And the seas began to part,
And the people that confronted him were many.
And he was told but these few words,
Which opened up his heart,

"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any."

Down Along The Cove:
Down along the cove,

I spied my true love comin' my way.
Down along the cove,
I spied my true love comin' my way.

I say, "Lord, have mercy, mama,

It sure is good to see you comin' today."

Down along the cove,

I spied my little bundle of joy.
Down along the cove,
I spied my little bundle of joy.

She said, "Lord, have mercy, honey,

I'm so glad you're my boy!"

Down along the cove,

We walked together hand in hand.
Down along the cove,
We walked together hand in hand.

Ev'rybody watchin' us go by

Knows we're in love, yes, and they understand.

I'll Be Your Baby Tonight:
Close your eyes, close the door
You don't have to worry any more  
I'll be your baby tonight 

Shut the light, shut the shade
You don't have to be afraid  
I'll be your baby tonight 

BRIDGE:
Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away
We're gonna forget it  
That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon
But we're gonna let it, you won't regret it 

Kick your shoes off, do not fear
Bring that bottle over here
I'll be your baby tonight 

Enjoy!
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