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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
Oh the time will come up when the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins
The hour when the ship comes in

And the sea will split and the ship will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
And then the tide will sound and the wind will pound
And the morning will be breaking

The fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they'll be smiling
And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in

And the words that are used for to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken
For the chains of the sea will have busted in the night
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean

A song will lift as the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline
And the sun will respect every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in

Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'
And the ships wise men will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'

Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll know that it's for real
The hour that the ship comes in
Then they'll raise their hands sayin', "We'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered"
And like pharaohs tribe they'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered