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Disc 1
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01.
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Going Down to New Orleans
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02.
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Going Down to New Orleans
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03.
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Sally Gal
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04.
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Sally Gal
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05.
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Rambling Gambling Willie
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06.
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Rambling Gambling Willie
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07.
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Corrina, Corrina
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08.
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Corrina, Corrina
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09.
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The Death of Emmett Till
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10.
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(I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle
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11.
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Rocks and Gravel (Solid Road)
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12.
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Sally Gal
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13.
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Sally Gal
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14.
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Baby, Please Don't Go
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15.
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Baby, Please Don't Go
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16.
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Milk Cow (Calf's) Blues
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17.
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Milk Cow (Calf's) Blues
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18.
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Wichita Blues
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19.
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Wichita Blues
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20.
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Milk Cow (Calf's) Blues
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21.
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Wichita Blues
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22.
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Baby, I'm in the Mood for You
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23.
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Blowin' in the Wind
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24.
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Blowin' in the Wind
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25.
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Worried Blues
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26.
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Baby, I'm in the Mood for You
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Disc 2
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01.
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Bob Dylan's Blues
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02.
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Bob Dylan's Blues
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03.
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Corrina, Corrina
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04.
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Corrina, Corrina
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05.
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That's All Right, Mama
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06.
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That's All Right, Mama
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07.
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That's All Right, Mama
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08.
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Mixed Up Confusion
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09.
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Mixed Up Confusion
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10.
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Mixed Up Confusion
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11.
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Mixed Up Confusion
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12.
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Mixed Up Confusion
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13.
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Mixed Up Confusion
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14.
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Mixed Up Confusion
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15.
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That's All Right, Mama
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16.
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Rocks and Gravel
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17.
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Ballad of Hollis Brown
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18.
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Kingsport Town
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19.
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When Death Comes Creepin' (Whatcha Gonna Do?)
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20.
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Hero Blues
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21.
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When Death Comes Creepin' (Whatcha Gonna Do?)
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22.
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I Shall Be Free
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23.
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I Shall Be Free
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24.
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Hero Blues
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25.
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Hero Blues
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Disc 3
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01.
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Hard Times in New York Town
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02.
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The Death of Emmett Till
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03.
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I Rode Out One Morning
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04.
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House of the Rising Sun
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05.
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See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
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06.
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Ballad of Donald White
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07.
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Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance
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08.
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Talkin' New York
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09.
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Corrina, Corrina
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10.
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Deep Ellum Blues
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11.
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Blowin' in the Wind
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12.
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The Death of Emmett Till
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13.
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Stealin'
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14.
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Hiram Hubbard
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15.
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Blowin' in the Wind
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16.
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Rocks and Gravel
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17.
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Quit Your Low Down Ways
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18.
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He Was a Friend of Mine
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19.
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Let Me Die in My Footsteps
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20.
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Two Trains Runnin'
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21.
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Ramblin' on My Mind
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22.
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Muleskinner Blues
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23.
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Muleskinner Blues (Part 2)
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Disc 4
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01.
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Sally Gal
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02.
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Highway 51
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03.
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Talking John Birch Paranoid Blues
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04.
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The Ballad of Hollis Brown
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05.
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A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
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06.
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See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
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07.
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No More Auction Block
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08.
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A Motherless Child
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09.
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Kindhearted Woman Blues
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10.
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Black Cross
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11.
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The Ballad of Hollis Brown
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12.
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Ain't No More Cane
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Rambling out of the Wild West
Leaving the towns I love the best
Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Buildings going up to the sky
Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowing snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then
I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
After rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
I get on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, "Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folksingers here"
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play
Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved my sound
He was raving about he loved my sound
Dollar a day's worth
After weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the Union and paid my dues
Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It don't take too long to find out
Just what he was talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut somethin'
So one morning when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies
So long, New York
Howdy, East Orange
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