@ALBUM: knocked.out.loaded Author: Bob Dylan Album title: Knocked Out Loaded @SONG: Drifting Too Far From Shore I didn't know that you'd be a-leavin' Who you thought you were talking to I said to you maybe we're even Or maybe I'm one up on you I sent you all my money Just like I did before I try to reach you honey But you're drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore I ain't gonna get lost in this current I don't like playing cat and mouse No gentleman likes making love to a servant Especially when he's in his father's house I never could guess your weight baby Never needed to call you my whore I always thought you were straight baby But you're drifting too far from shore Well, drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore Well, these times and these tunnels are haunted The bottom of the barrel is too I waited years, sometimes, for what I wanted Everybody can't be as lucky as you Never no more do I wonder Why you don't never play with me any more And any moment you can go under Cause you're drifting too far from shore Yeah, drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore You and me we had completeness I'd give you all of what I could provide We weren't on the wrong side, sweetness, We were the wrong side I've already ripped out the phones, honey You can't walk the streets in a war I can finish this alone honey You're drifting too far from shore @SONG: Maybe Someday Maybe someday you'll be satisfied when you've lost everything You'll have nothing left to hide When you're through running over things, like you're walking 'cross the tracks Maybe you'll beg me like a dog to take you back Maybe someday you'll find out everybody's somebody's fool Maybe then you'll realize what it would have taken to keep me cool Maybe someday when you're by yourself alone You'll only love that I have for you was never my own Maybe someday you'll have nowhere to turn You look back and wonder at the bridges you have burned You look back sometime when the lights grew dim And you'll see you look much better with me than you do with him Through hostile cities and unfriendly towns Thirty pieces of silver, no money down Maybe someday you will understand That something for nothing is everybody's plan Maybe someday you'll remember what you felt When there was blood on the moon in the cotton belt When both of us baby, with those who some sort of a test Neither one of us could do what we do best I should have known better, baby, I should have called your bluff I guess I was too off the handle, not sentimental enough Maybe someday you'll believe me when I say That I wanted you baby in every kind of way Maybe someday you'll hear a voice from on high saying For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me baby for what I didn't do For not breaking down no bedroom door to get at you Always was a sucker for the right cross Never wanted to go home the the last cent was lost Maybe someday you will look back and see That I made it so easy for you to follow me Maybe someday there'll be nothing to tell But I just as happy as you baby I just can't say it so well Never slumbered or slept or waited for lightning to strike It was no excuse for you to say that we don't think alike You said you were going to Frisco, stay a couple of months I always liked San Fransisco, I was there for a party once Maybe someday you'll see that it's true, There was no greater love than what I had for you @SONG: Brownsville Girl Well, there was this movie I seen one time About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck. He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself. The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck. Well the Marshall, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp, As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath. Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square. I want him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death. Well I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in, And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain. You know I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart. The memory of you keeps callin' after me like a rollin' train. I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert In your busted down Ford and your platform heels. I could never figure out why you choose that particular place to meet, Ah, but you were right. It was perfect, as I got in behind the wheel. Well, we drove that car all night until we got into San Anton' And we slept near the Alamo. your skin was so tender and soft. Way down in Mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back, I would have gone on after you, but I didn't feel like letting my head get blown off. Well, we're driving this car and the sun is comin' up over the Rockies. Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul. But I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood any more to remember the times when I was your only man. And she don't want to remind me, she knows this car would go out of control. Brownsville Girl with your Brownsville curl, Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above. Brownsville Girl show me all around the world. Brownsville Girl, you're my honey love. Well. we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo. We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live, he owned a wreckin' lot outside of town, about a mile. Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied back. She saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust, she said Henry ain't here, but you can come on in, he'll be back in a little while. And she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin' of bummin' a ride back to from where she started. But she changed the subject every time money came up. She said Welcome to land of the living dead, but you could tell she was so broken-hearted. She said Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt. How far are you all going? Ruby asked us with a sigh. We're going all the way 'till the wheels fall off and burn. 'till the sun peels off the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies. Ruby just smiled and said Ah, you know, some babies never learn. Something about that movie though, well I just can't get it out of my head. But I can't remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play. All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck and the way people moved. And a lot of them seemed to be looking my way. Brownsville Girl with your Brownsville curl, Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above. Brownsville Girl show me all around the world. Brownsville Girl, you're my honey love. Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour. I was crossing the street when shots rang out. I didn't know whether to duck or to run so I ran. We've got him cornered in the churchyard I heard somebody shout. Well, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune, underneath it said 'A man with no alibi'. You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you. Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears, It was the best acting I saw anybody do. I've always been the kind of person that does not like to trespass but sometimes you just find yourself over the lines. Oh, if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now! You know I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much, I could feel a whole lot better, if you were just here by my side to show me how. Well, I'm standing in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck. Yeah, but you know it's not the one that I had in mind. He's got a new one out now, I don't even know what it's about. But I'll see him in anything. So I stand in line. You know, it's funny how things never turn out the way you had'em planned. The only thing we know for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn't Henry Porter. And you know there was something about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world. Just like you always said there was something about me you liked that I left in the French Quarter. Strange how people who suffered together have stronger connections than people who are most content. I don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone. You always said people don't do what they believe in, they just do what's most convenient, then they repent. And I always said Hang on to me baby, and let's hope that the roof stays on. There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice. I don't remember who I was or where I was bound. All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck. He wore a gun and he was shot in the back, seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down. Brownsville Girl with your Brownsville curl, Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above. Brownsville Girl show me all around the world. Brownsville Girl, you're my honey love. @SONG: Got My Mind Made Up Don't ever try to change me I've been in this thing too long There's nothing you can say or do to make me think I'm wrong But I'm going off to Libya, there's a guy I gotta see He's been living there three years now in an oil refinery I got my mind made up Got my mind made up Call you ma in Tallahassee, tell her her baby's on the line Tell her not to worry, everything is gonna be fine Well I'll give you all my money all my connections too There ain't nothing in this world girl, you can say I didn't give to you I got my mind made up Got my mind made up You will be alright girl, someone's watching over you He won't do nothing to you baby that I wouldn't do Well if you don't want to see me look the other way You don't have to feed me I ain't your dog that's gone astray I got my mind made up I got my mind made up Got my mind made up Got my mind made up @SONG: Under Your Spell Something about you that I can't shake Don't know how much more of this I can take Baby, I'm under your spell I was knocked out and loaded in the naked night When my last dream exploded I noticed your light Baby, oh what a story I could tell It's been nice seeing you, you read me like a book If you ever want to reach me, you know where to look Baby, I'll be at the same hotel I'd like to help you, but I'm in a bit of a jam I'll call you tomorrow, if there's phones where I am Baby, caught between heaven and hell But I will be back, I will survive You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive Baby, can't you tell? Well, it's four in the morning by the sound of the birds I'm staring at your picture, I'm hearing your words Baby, they ring in my head like a bell! Everywhere you go it's enough to break hearts Someone always gets hurt, a fire always starts You were too hot to handle, you were breaking every vow I trusted you baby, you can trust me now Turn back baby, wipe your eye Don't think I'm leaving here, without a kiss goodbye Baby, is there anything left to tell? I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head Maybe next time I let the dead bury the dead Baby, what more can I tell? Well, the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed Pray that I don't die of thirst Baby, two feet from the well. @SONG: Band Of The Hand (It's Hell Time Man!) Down these streets the fools rule There's no freedom or self respect, A knife's point or a trip to the joint Is all about you can expect They kill people here who stand up for their rights The system's just too damned corrupt It's always the same, the name of the game Is who do you know higher up It's hell time, man! It's hell time, man! It's hell time, man! It's hell time, man! The blacks and the whites The idiotic, the exotic, Wealth is a filthy rag So erotic, so unpatriotic So wrapped up in the American Flag Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb, Turning children into punks and slaves Whose heroes and healers are rich dope dealers Who should be put in their graves It's hell time, man! It's hell time, man! It's hell time, man! It's hell time, man! Listen to me Mr. Pussyman This might be your last night in a bed so soft We're not pimps on the make, politicians on the take You can't pay us off We're gonna blow up your home of Voodoo And watch it burn without any regret We got the power we're the new government You just don't know it yet It's hell time, man! It's hell time, man! It's hell time, man! It's hell time, man! For all my brothers from Vietnam And my uncles from World War II I'd like to say that it's countdown time now And we're gonna do what the law should do And for you pretty baby, I know you've seen it all I know your story is too painful to share One day though you'll be talking in your sleep And when you do, I wanna be there It's hell time, man! Band of the hand It's hell time, man! Band of the hand It's hell time, man! Band of the hand It's hell time, man! Band of the hand @SONG: Jammin' Me You got me in a corner You got me against the wall I got nowhere to go I got nowhere to fall Take back your insurance Baby, nothin's guaranteed Take back your acid rain Let your T.V. bleed You're jammin' me, you're jammin' me Quit jammin' me Baby, you can keep me painted in a corner You can walk away, but it's not over Take back your angry slander Take back your pension plan Take back your ups and your downs of your life In raisin-land Take back Vanessa Redgrave Take back Joe Piscopo Take back Eddie Murphy Give 'em all some place to go You're jammin' me, you're jammin' me Quit jammin' me Baby, you can keep me painted in a corner You can walk away, but it's not over Take back your Iranian torture And the apple in young Steve's eye Yeah, take back your losing streak Check your front wheel drive Take back Pasadena Take back El Salvador Take back that country club They're tryin' to build outside my door You're jammin' me, you're jammin' me Quit jammin' me Baby, you can keep me painted in a corner You can walk away, but it's not over