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The Bootleg Series, Vol. 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962–1964
Disc 1
01. Man on the Street (fragment)
02. Hard Times in New York Town
03. Poor Boy Blues
04. Ballad for a Friend
05. Rambling, Gambling Willie
06. Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues
07. Standing on the Highway
08. Man on the Street
09. Blowin’ in the Wind
10. Long Ago, Far Away
11. A Hard Rain’s a‐Gonna Fall
12. Tomorrow Is a Long Time
13. The Death of Emmett Till
14. Let Me Die in My Footsteps
15. Ballad of Hollis Brown
16. Quit Your Low Down Ways
17. Baby, I’m in the Mood for You
18. Bound to Lose, Bound to Win
19. All Over You
20. I’d Hate to Be You on That Dreadful Day
21. Long Time Gone
22. Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues
23. Masters of War
24. Oxford Town
25. Farewell
Disc 2
01. Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
02. Walkin’ Down the Line
03. I Shall Be Free
04. Bob Dylan’s Blues
05. Bob Dylan’s Dream
06. Boots of Spanish Leather
07. Girl From the North Country
08. Seven Curses
09. Hero Blues
10. Whatcha Gonna Do?
11. Gypsy Lou
12. Ain’t Gonna Grieve
13. John Brown
14. Only a Hobo
15. When the Ship Comes In
16. The Times They Are a‐Changin’
17. Paths of Victory
18. Guess I’m Doing Fine
19. Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
20. Mama, You Been on My Mind
21. Mr. Tambourine Man
22. I’ll Keep It With Mine
Let's just put this one down for kicks

Well, if I had to do it all over again
Babe, I'd do it all over you
And if I had to wait for ten thousand years
Babe, I'd even do that too

Well, a dog's got his bone in the alley
A cat, she's got nine lives
A millionaire's got a million dollars
King Saud's got four hundred wives

Well, ev'rybody's got somethin'
That they're lookin' forward to
I'm lookin' forward to when I can do it all again
And babe, I'll do it all over you

Well, if I had my way tomorrow or today
Babe, I'd run circles all around
I'd jump up in the wind, do a somersault and spin
I'd even dance a jig on the ground

Well, everybody gets their hour
Everybody gets their time
Little David when he picked up his pebbles
Even Samson after he went blind

Well, everybody gets the chance
To do what they want to do
When my time arrives you better run for your life
'Cause babe, I'll do it all over you

Well, I don't need no money, I just need a day that's sunny
Baby, and my days are gonna come
And I grab me a pint, you know that I'm a giant
When you hear me yellin', "Fee-fi-fo-fum"

Well, you cut me like a jigsaw puzzle
You made me to a walkin' wreck
When you pushed my heart through my backbone
Then you knocked off my head from my neck

Well, if I'm ever standin' steady
A-doin' what I want to do
Well, I tell you little lover that you better run for cover
'Cause babe, I'll do it all over you

I'm just restin' at your gate so that I won't be late
And, momma, I'm a-just sittin' on my shelf
Look out your window fair, you'll see me squattin' there
Just a-stumblin' and a-mumblin' to myself

Well, after my cigarette's been smoked up
After all my liquor's been drunk
After my dreams are dreamed out
After all my thoughts have been thunk

Well, after I do some of these things
I'm gonna do what I have to do
And I tell you on the side, that you better run and hide
'Cause babe, I'll do it all over you