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Bob Dylan - The Singer and the Song - Talkin' New York
The Singer and the Song
Disc 1
01. Blowin' in the Wind (Broadside Show, May 1962)
02. Delia's Gone
03. Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
04. In the Jailhouse Now
05. Fixin' to Die
06. Five Feet High & Rising
07. Standing on the Highway (Folksinger's Choice, 11th March, 1961)
08. Busted
09. Talkin' New York
10. Transfusion Blues
11. In the Pines (Carnegie Chapter Hall, NYC, 4th Nov, 1961)
12. The Rebel - Johnny Yuma
13. House of the Rising Sun
14. The Smiling Bill McCall
15. Mixed-Up Confusion
16. I Still Miss Someone
17. Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues (Carnegie Chapter Hall, NYC, 4th Nov, 1961)
18. The Big Battle
19. In My Time of Dyin'
20. Bonanza
21. Song to Woody
22. Remember the Alamo
23. The Girl Left Behind (Folk Song Festival, 29th October, 1961)
24. I'm Free From the Chain Gang Now
25. See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
Disc 2
01. Highway 51
02. Don't Take Your Guns to Town
03. Man of Constant Sorrow
04. In Them Old Cottonfields Back Home
05. The Death of Emmett Till (Broadside Show, May 1962)
06. Tennessee Flat-Top Box
07. Freight Train Blues
08. I Walk the Line
09. Sally Gal (Wnyc radio studio NYC 29 Oct 61)
10. Girl in Saskatoon
11. You're No Good
12. What Do I Care
13. Poor Lazarus (Saturday of Folk Music, 29th July, 1961)
14. Lost on the Desert
15. Gospel Plow
16. Hank and Joe and Me
17. (Naomi Wise) Omie Wise (Riverside Church NYC, July 1961)
18. Accidentally on Purpose
19. Corrinna, Corrinna
20. Big River
21. Pretty Peggy-O
22. So Doggone Lonesome
23. 1913 Massacre (Carnegie Chapter Hall, NYC, 4th Nov, 1961)
24. Frankie's Man, Johnny
25. He Was a Friend of Mine (Riverside Church NYC, July 1961)
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