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Song title: Bob Dylan - I Shall Be Free

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Well, I took me a woman late last night,
Is three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight.
She took off her wheel, took off her bell,
Took off her wig, said, how do I smell?
I hot-footed it . . . bare-naked . . .
Out the window!

Well, sometimes I might get drunk,
Walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk.
Dont hurt me none, dont hurt my pride
cause I got my little lady right by my side.
(right there
Proud as can be)

Is out there paintin on the old woodshed
When a can a black paint it fell on my head.
I went down to scrub and rub
But I had to sit in back of the tub.
(cost a quarter
And I had to get out quick . . .
Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna)

Well, my telephone rang it would not stop,
Its president kennedy callin me up.
He said, my friend, bob, what do we need to make the country grow?
I said, my friend, john, brigitte bardot,
Anita ekberg, sophia loren.
(put em all in the same room with ernest borgnine!)

Well, I got a woman sleeps on a cot,
She yells and hollers and squeals a lot.
Licks my face and tickles my ear,
Bends me over and buys me beer.
(shes a honeymooner
A june crooner
A spoon feeder
And a natural leader)

Oh, there aint no use in me workin so heavy,
I got a woman who works on the levee.
Pumping that water up to her neck,
Every week she sends me a monthly check.
(shes a humdinger
Folk singer
Dead ringer
For a thing-a-muh jigger)

Late one day in the middle of the week,
Eyes were closed I was half asleep.
I chased me a woman up the hill,
Right in the middle of an air raid drill.
It was little bo peep!
(I jumped a fallout shelter
I jumped a bean stalk
I jumped a ferris wheel)

Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote,
Hes a-runnin for office on the ballot note.
Hes out there preachin in front of the steeple,
Tellin me he loves all kinds-a people.
(hes eatin bagels
Hes eatin pizza
Hes eatin chitlins
Hes eatin bullshit!)

Oh, set me down on a television floor,
Ill flip the channel to number four.
Out of the shower comes a grown-up man
With a bottle of hair oil in his hand.
(its that greasy kid stuff.
What I want to know, mr. football man, is
What do you do about willy mays and yul brynner,
Charles de gaulle
And robert louis stevenson? )

Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
Was the great-granddaughter of mr. clean.
She takes about fifteen baths a day,
Wants me to grow a cigar on my face.
(shes a little bit heavy!)

Well, ask me why Im drunk alla time,
It levels my head and eases my mind.
I just walk along and stroll and sing,
I see better days and I do better things.
(I catch dinosaurs
I make love to elizabeth taylor . . .
Catch hell from richard burton!)

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