ken@ihuxq.UUCP (12/13/83)
"Subterranean Homesick Blues" was The-Divinely-Inspired-Words
in my day. Alas, I can't remember them all--just some
snatches. Can anyone out there help an aging hippie get back
to the garden? I'll get you started:
Johnny's in the basement
mixin up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
thinkin bout the government
man in a trench coat
badge out, laid off,
thinks he's got a bad cough
wants to get it paid off.
Look out kid, it's somethin you did,
god knows when but you're doin it again,
man in a coonskin cap in a pig pen
wants eleven dollar bills
you only got ten.
I think that's the 1st verse of four or five.
Remember when popular musicians were literate?
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..ihnp4!ihuxq!ken *** ***maggie2@iwpba.UUCP (Marguerite Czajka) (12/16/83)
Here are the words to Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan: Johnny`s in the basement, mixing up the medicine I`m on the pavement, thinking about the government The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off, Says he got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off Look out kid, it`s something you did God knows when but you`re doin` it again You better duck down the alleyway, lookin` for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap in the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten Maggie comes fleet foot Face full off black soot Talkin` that the heat put plants in the bed but The phone`s tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May orders from the D.A. Look out kid don`t matter what you did Walk on your tip toes don`t try "No Doz" Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose watch the plain clothes You don`t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows Get sick, get well, hang around an ink well Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin` to sell Try hard, get barred, get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail, join the army if you fail Look out kid you`re gonna get hit But users, cheaters, six-time losers Hang around the theaters, girl by the whirlpool Lookin` for a new fool, don`t foolow leaders Watch the parkin` meters Ah get born, keep warm, short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts, don`t steal, don`t lift Twenty years of schoolin` and they put you on the day shift Look out kid they keep it all hid Better junp down a manhole light yourself a candle Don`t wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals Don`t wanna be a bum you better chew gum The pump won`t work @cause the vandals took the handles from "Bringing it All Back Home" Copyright 1965 - Bob Dylan