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The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Raw
Disc 1
01. Open the Door Homer (take 1)
02. Odds and Ends (take 1)
03. Million Dollar Bash (take 1)
04. One Too Many Mornings
05. I Don’t Hurt Anymore
06. Ain’t No More Cane (take 2)
07. Crash on the Levee (take 2)
08. Tears of Rage (take 3)
09. Dress It Up, Better Have It All
10. I’m Not There
11. Johnny Todd
12. Too Much of Nothing (take 2)
13. Quinn the Eskimo (take 2)
14. Get Your Rocks Off
15. Santa‐Fe
16. Silent Weekend
17. Clothes Line Saga
18. Please Mrs. Henry
19. I Shall Be Released (take 2)
Disc 2
01. You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere (take 1)
02. Lo and Behold! (take 1)
03. Minstrel Boy
04. Tiny Montgomery
05. All You Have to Do Is Dream (take 2)
06. Goin’ to Acapulco
07. 900 Miles From My Home
08. One for the Road
09. I’m Alright
10. Blowin’ in the Wind
11. Apple Suckling Tree (take 2)
12. Nothing Was Delivered (take 1)
13. Folsom Prison Blues
14. This Wheel’s on Fire
15. Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread (take 2)
16. Don’t Ya Tell Henry
17. Baby, Won’t You Be My Baby
18. Sign on the Cross
19. You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere (take 2)
Well, that big dumb blonde with her wheel in the gorge
And Turtle, that friend of hers, with his checks all forged
And his cheeks in a chunk, and his cheese in the cash
They're all gonna be there at that million dollar bash

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash

Everybody from right now to over there and back
The louder they come, the bigger they crack
Come now, sweet cream, don't forget to flash
We're all gonna meet at that million dollar bash

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash

Well, I took my counselor out to the barn
Silly Nelly was there, she told him a yarn
Then along came Jones, emptied the trash
Everybody went down to that million dollar bash

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash

Well, I'm hitting it too hard, my stones won't take
I get up in the morning but it's too early to wake
First it's hello, goodbye then push and then crash
But we're all gonna make it at that million dollar bash

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash

Well, I looked at my watch, I looked at my wrist
I punched myself in the face with my fist
I took my potatoes, bound to be mashed
Then I made it on over to that million dollar bash

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
Ooh, baby, ooh-ee
It's that million dollar bash