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DISCID=9209050c,9909050c
DTITLE=Bob Dylan / John Wesley Harding
DYEAR=1968
DGENRE=Folk
TTITLE0=John Wesley Harding
TTITLE1=As I Went Out One Morning
TTITLE2=I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine
TTITLE3=All Along the Watchtower
TTITLE4=The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
TTITLE5=Drifter's Escape
TTITLE6=Dear Landlord
TTITLE7=I Am a Lonesome Hobo
TTITLE8=I Pity the Poor Immigrant
TTITLE9=The Wicked Messenger
TTITLE10=Down Along the Cove
TTITLE11=I'll Be Your Baby Tonight
EXTD=Bob Dylan\tVocal, Guitar, Harmonica and Piano\nCharles McCoy\tBass\nKenny Buttrey\tDrums\nPete Drake\tSteel Guitar on tracks 11 and 12 YEAR: 2003
EXTT0=John Wesley Harding was a friend to the poor\nHe travelled with a gun in every hand\nAll along this country side he opened many a door\nBut he was never known to hurt an honest man\n\nTwas down in Chaney County, a time they talk about\nWith his lad
EXTT0=y by his side he took a stand\nAnd soon the situation there was all but straightened out\nFor he was always known to lend a helping hand\n\nAll across the telegraph his name it did resound\nBut no charge held against him could be proved\nAnd there 
EXTT0=was no man around that could track or chain him down\nHe was never known to make a foolish move
EXTT1=As I went out one morning to breathe the air aound Tom Paine's\nI spied the fairest damsel that ever did walk in chains\nI offered her my hand, she took me by the arm\nI knew that very instant she meant to do me harm\n\n"Part from me this momeent."
EXTT1= I told her with my voice\nSaid she, "But I don't wish to. " Said I "But you have no choice."\n"I beg you sir", she pleaded from the corners of her mouth\n"I will secretly accept you, and together we'll fly south."\n\nJust then Tom Paine himself ca
EXTT1=me running from across the field\nShouting at this lovely girl and commanding her to yield\nAnd, as she was letting go her grip of Tom Paine, did run\n"I'm sorry sir", he said to me.  "I'm sorry for what she's done."
EXTT2=I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you or me\nTearing through these quarters in the utmost misery\nWith a blanket underneath his arm and a coat of solid gold\nSearching for the very souls whom already have been sold\n\n"Arise, arise", he cried 
EXTT2=so loud with a voice without restraint\n"Come out you gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint"\n"No martyr is among ye now whom ye can call your own"\n"But go on your way accordingly but know you're not alone"\n\nI dreamed I saw St. Augus
EXTT2=tine alive with fiery breath\nAnd I dreamed I was amongst the ones that put him out to death\nOh I awoke in anger so alone and terrified\nI put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and cried
EXTT3="There must be some way out of here,"\nsaid the joker to the thief,\n"There's too much confusion,\nI can't get no relief\nBusinessmen they drink my wine,\nplowmen dig my earth\nNone of them along the line\n know what any of it is worth"\n\n"No reas
EXTT3=on to get excited,"\nthe thief, he kindly spoke\n"There are many here among us\nwho feel that life is but a joke\nBut you and I, we've been through that\nand this is not our fate\nSo let us not talk falsely now, \nthe hour is getting late"\n\nAll a
EXTT3=long the watchtower\nPrinces kept the view\nWhile all the women came and went\nBarefoot servants, too\n\nOutside in the distance\nA wild cat did growl\nTwo riders were approaching\nThe wind began to howl
EXTT4=Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest, they were the best of friends.\nSo, when Frankie Lee needed money one day, Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens,\nAnd placed them on a foot stool just above the clouded plain.\nSaying, "Take your pick, Frankie
EXTT4= boy.  My loss will be your gain."\nWell, Frankie Lee, he sat right down and put his fingers to his chin.\nBut with the cold eyes of Judas on him his head began to spin.\n"Could you please not stare at me like that", he said. "It's just my foolish 
EXTT4=pride.\nFor sometimes a man must be alone, and this is no place to hide."\nWell Judas he just winked and said, "Alright, I'll leave you here,\nBut you'd better hurry up and choose which of those bills you want before they all disappear."\n"I'm goin
EXTT4=' to start my pickin' right now.  Just tell me where you'll be."\nJudas pointed down the road and said, "Eternity."\n"Eternity?", said Frankie Lee, with a voice as cold as ice.\n"That's right," said Judas "Eternity, though you might call it paradis
EXTT4=e."\n"I don't call it anything", said Frankie Lee with a smile.\n"Alright", said Judas Priest "I'll see you after a while."\nWell Frankie Lee he sat back down feeling low and mean.\nWhen just then a passing stranger burst upon the scene.\nSaying, "
EXTT4=Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler, whose father is deceased?\nFor, if you are, there's a fellow calling you down the road, and they say his name is Priest."\n"Oh yes, he is my friend", said Frankie Lee in fright.\n"I do recall him very well.  In fac
EXTT4=t, he just left my sight."\n"Yes that's the one", said the stranger, as quiet as a mouse.\n"Oh my message is, he's down the road, stranded in a house."\nWell, Frankie Lee, he panicked.  He dropped everything and ran\nUntil he came on to the spot wh
EXTT4=ere Judas Priest did stand.\n"What kind of house is this?", he said "Where I have come to roam."\n"It's not a house", says Judas Priest, "It's not a house, it's a home."\nWell, Frankie Lee, he trembled.  He soon lost all control\nOver everything wh
EXTT4=ich he had made while the mission bells did toll.\nHe just stood there staring at that big house as bright as any sun\nWith four and twenty windows and a woman's face in every one.\nWell, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee with a soulful bounding leap.\
EXTT4=\nAnd, foaming at the mouth, he began to make his midnight creep.\nFor sixteen nights and days he raved, but on the seventeenth he burst\nInto the arms of Judas Priest, which is where he died of thirst\nNo one tried to say a thing, when they carrie
EXTT4=d him out, in jest\nExcept, of course, the little neighbor boy who carried him to rest\nAnd he just walked along alone with his guilt so well concealed\nAnd muttered underneath his breath, "Nothing is revealed."\n\nWell the moral of this story, the
EXTT4= moral of this song\nIs simply that one should never be where one does not belong.\nSo, when you see your neighbor carrying somethin', help him with his load.\nAnd don't go mistaking paradise for that home across the road.
EXTT5="Oh, help me in my weakness", I heard the drifter say\nAs they carried him from the court room and were taking him away.\n"My trip hasn't been a pleasant one and my time it isn't long\nAnd I still do not know what it was that I've done wrong."\n\nW
EXTT5=ell, the judge he cast his robe aside a tear came to his eye\n"You failed to understand", he said.  "Why must you even try?"\nOutside the crowd was stirring, you could hear if from the door\nInside the judge was stepping down, while the jury cried 
EXTT5=for more.\n\n"Oh, stop that, cursed jury", cried the attendant and the nurse\n"The trial was bad enough, but his is ten times worse,"\nJust then a bolt of lightning struck the courthouse out of shape\nAnd while everybody knelt to pray, the drifter 
EXTT5=did escape.
EXTT6=Dear landlord, please don't put a price on my soul\nMy burden is heavy, my dreams are beyond control\nWhen that steamboat whistle blows\nI'm gonna to give you all that I got to give\nAnd I do hope you receive it well\nDepending on the way you feel 
EXTT6=that you lived.\n\nDear landlord, please heed these words that I speak\nI know you suffered much, but in this you are not so unique\nAll of us at times, we might work too hard\nTo have it too fast and too much\nAnd anyone can fill his live up with 
EXTT6=things\nHe can see but it just cannot touch.\n\nDear landlord, please don't dismiss my case\nI'm not about to argue, I'm not about to move to no other place\nNow each of us has his own special gift\nAnd you know this was meant to be true\nAnd if yo
EXTT6=u don't under estimate me\nI won't under estimate you.
EXTT7=I am a lonesome hobo\nWithout family or friends.\nWhere another man's life might begin\nThat's exactly where mine ends.\nI have tried my hand at bribery,\nBlackmail and deceit.\nAnd I've served time for everything\n'cept beggin' on the street.\n\nW
EXTT7=ell, once I was rather prosperous\nThere was nothin' I did lack.\nI had fourteen caret gold in my mouth\nAnd silk upon my back.\nBut I did not trust my brother\nI carried him to blame.\nWhich led me to my fatal doom\nTo wander off in shame.\n\nKind
EXTT7= ladies and kind gentlemen\nSoon I will be gone.\nBut let me just warn you all\nBefore I do pass on.\nStay free from petty jealousies,\nLive by no man's code.\nAnd hold your judgment for yourself\nLest you wind up on this road.
EXTT8=I pity the poor immigrant\nWho wishes he would've stayed home\nWho uses all his power to do evil\nBut in the end is always left so alone\nThat man whom with his fingers cheats\nAnd whom lies with every breath\nWho passionately hates his life\nAnd l
EXTT8=ikewise fears his death.\n\nI pity the poor immigrant\nWho's strength is spent in vain\nWho's heaven is like ironsides\nWho's tears are like rain\nWho eats but is not satisfied\nWho hears but does not see\nWho falls in love with wealth itself\nAnd 
EXTT8=turns his back on me.\n\nI pity the poor immigrant\nWho tramples through the mud\nWho fills his mouth with laughing\nAnd who builds his town with blood\nWho's visions in the final end\nMust shatter like the glass\nI pity the poor immigrant\nWhen hi
EXTT8=s gladness comes to pass
EXTT9=There was a wicked messenger from Eli he did come\nWith a mind that multiplied the smallest matter.\nWhen questioned who had sent for him he answered with his thumb\nFor his tongue it could not speak but only flatter.\n\nHe stayed behind the assemb
EXTT9=ly hall it was there he made his bed\nOften times he could be seen returning.\nUntil one day he just appeared with a note in his hand which read\nThe soles of my feet I swear they're burning.\n\nFor the leaves began to falling and the seas began to
EXTT9= part\nAnd the people that confronted him were many.\nAnd he was told with these few words which opened up his heart\nIf you can not bring good news then don't bring any
EXTT10=Down along the cove\nI spied my true love coming my way\nDown along the cove\nI spied my true love coming my way\nI said, "Lord have mercy momma,\nIt sure is good to see you comin' today."\n\nDown along the cove\nI spied my little bundle of joy\nD
EXTT10=own along the cove\nI spied my little bundle of joy\nShe said, "Lord have mercy honey,\nI'm so glad you're my boy."\n\nDown along the cove\nWe walked together hand in hand\nDown along the cove\nWe walked together hand in hand\nEverbody watchin' us
EXTT10= a go by\nKnows we're in love, yes they understand.
EXTT11=Close your eyes, close the door\nYou don't have to worry anymore\nI'll be your baby tonight\n\nShut the light, shut the shade\nYou don't have to be afraid\nI'll be your baby tonight\n\n   Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away\n   We're gonna fo
EXTT11=rget it\n   That big fat moon he's gonna shine like a spoon\n   But we're gonna let it, you won't regret it.\n\nKick your shoes off, do not fear\nBring that bottle over here\nI'll be your baby tonight
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