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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
While riding on a train goin' west
I fell asleep for to take my rest
I dreamed a dream that made me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had

With half-damp eyes, I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm

Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove our hats was hung
Our words was told, our songs was sung
Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied

Jokin' and talkin' about the world outside

With hungry hearts through the heat and cold
We never much thought we could get very old
We thought we could sit forever in fun
And our chances really was a million to one

As easy, it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices there was few
So the thought never hit
At the one road we travelled, we ever shatter or split

How many a year has passed and gone?
Many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a first friend
And each one I've never seen again

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that