I’m out here a thousand miles from my home, he started out singing to Woody Guthrie —
The very last thing that I’d want to do, Is to say I’ve been hittin some hard travelin too;
Song to Woody
But goodbye’s too good a word, gal, So I’ll just say fare thee well;
Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
I’m leavin’ today, I’ll be on my way. Of this I can’t say very much. But if you want me to, I can be just like you and pretend that we never have touched;
I Don’t Believe You
Well, I go to pet your monkey I get a face full of claws, I ask who’s in the fireplace, And you tell me Santa Claus, The milkman comes in
He’s wearing a derby hat, Then you ask why I don’t live here, Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
On the road again
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you…
It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
I decided to flip a coin, like either heads or tails would let me know if I should go back to ship or back to jail, so I hocked my sailor suit and I got a coin to flip..
Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream
lost in the rain in Juarez and it’s Easter time too. And your gravity fails and negativity don’t pull you through. Don’t put on any airs when you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue, they got some hungry women there…
Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues
Mona tried to tell me to stay away from the train line. She said that all the railroad men just drink up your blood like wine;
Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail, hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
Shelter from the Storm
I came to a high place of darkness and light. The dividing line ran through the center of town. I hitched up my pony to a post on the right, went in to a laundry to wash my clothes down…
they all play on penny whistles, You can hear them blow, if you lean your head out far enough…
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 had a job in the great north woods working as a cook for a spell but I never did like it all that much and one day the ax just fell. So I drifted down to New Orleans, where I was lucky just to be employed, workin’ for a while on a fishin’ boat right outside of Delacroix.
Tangled up in Blue
do you know where we’re headin’? Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings. Steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
Every day your memory grows dimmer, it doesn’t haunt me like it did before….
Trying to get to Heaven before they close the door
City’s just a jungle, more games to play. Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away. I was raised in the country, I been workin’ in the town. I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down…
I’ve just reached a place where the willow don’t bend, There’s not much more to be said, It’s the top of the end. I’m going, I’m going, I’m gone..
Going, Going, Gone
time is an ocean and it ends at the shore…you may not see me here tomorrow.