Roll on Train

This train is rolling,
This train is out of control.
This train rolls all night.

This song from the 1967 Basement Tapes sessions is a poor-quality tape recording. I have done my best to get most of the lyrics right, but many are unintelligible. It is available on volume 11 of the Bootleg Series. It doesn't sound like the Elton Anderson song of the same name, but who knows...

Roll on train
Rollin all night
Roll out your wheel
Get on board
Roll on train
Get you on the way
Get you 
It's hard to see
Roll roll
But she's on the run
Lady lady
When she's on the
When she's passing the gate
Roll on train

Pretty Mary

Don't be long, Mary.
Don't be blue either because
I'm coming to you.

This song from the 1967 Basement Tapes sessions is a poor-quality tape recording. I have done my best to get most of the lyrics right, but many are unintelligible. It is available on volume 11 of the Bootleg Series.

Pretty Mary pretty Mary
With the real white and gold
Tell me pretty Mary
Whether we XXXXXX of gold

But I'm coming with midnight
And the cold winds in twilight
And the dream of the world
Of Pretty Mary

Pretty Mary, don't be lonely
Pretty Mary, don't be cruel
You're my only destination
And I'm coming to you

I'm waitin' for the devil
On my bed one 
She'll all XXXXXXXXXX
xxxxxxxxxxxx

But she knows it's xxxxxxxxxxx
Now the cold winds to the crossways
To the valleys go southwards
And I think you're good lookin', pretty Mary

I wish that my whole life
On a xxxxx so real
How she come and get me 
With the 
But I know it's all right
If I bring you home tonight
I'll at least be with pretty Mary.

Nobody's Child

Crying orphan boy
Says nobody wants him, and
He’s one of many.

A Traveling Wilbury's song, this was first released on the compilation "Nobody's Child: Romanian Angel Appeal," a benefit album for Romanian orphans, many of them HIV-positive. The song later was included on a 2007 box set collecting the two Traveling Wilburys albums and some singles miscellany. The song was written by Cy Coben and Mel Foree, and performed by Hank Snow in 1949.

As I was slowly passing, an orphan’s home today
I stopped for just a little while to watch the children play
A lone boy standin', and when I asked him why
He turned with eyes that could not see, and he began to cry

I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
Just like a flower I'm growin' wild
No mama's arms to hold me no daddy's smile
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child

In every town and village
There are places just like this
With rows and rows of children
And babies in their cribs

They've long since stopped their cryin'
As no-one ever hears
And no-one there to notice them or take away their fears

Nobody's child, they're nobody's child
Just like a flower they're growin wild
No mama's arms to hold them, no daddy's smile
Nobody wants them they're nobody's child

Nobody's child, they're nobody's child
Just like a flower they're growin wild
No mama's arms to hold them, no daddy's smile
Nobody wants them they're nobody's child
Nobody wants them they're nobody's child

More and More

Know why I feel good?
Because I’m forgetting how
It sucked when you left.

This song by Merle Kilgore -- and sung by Webb Pierce -- was recorded by Eric von Schmidt and Bob Dylan at von Schmidt's Sarasota, Florida, home and released on the ultra-rare "50th Anniversary Collection 1964" copyright extension collection.

More and more
I'm forgettin' the past
More and more
I'm living at last
Day by day
I'm losing my blues
More and more
I'm forgettin' 'bout you

Oh how I tried
To keep you by my side
And oh I cried
The day you said goodbye
Day by day
I'm losing my blues
More and more
I'm forgetting about you

Money Honey

Landlord wants money,
So guy wants it too. He asks
His woman for some.

This Jesse Stone song, recorded by Clyde McPhatter and the Drifters, Elvis Presley and others, was sung by Eric von Schmidt and Bob Dylan at von Schmidt's Sarasota, Florida, home and released on the ultra-rare "50th Anniversary Collection 1964" copyright extension collection.

You know, the landlord rang my front door bell.
I let it ring for a long, long spell.
I went to the window,
I peeped through the blind,
And asked him to tell me what's on his mind.
He said,

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey, if you want to get along with me.

Well, I screamed and I hollered,
I was so hard-pressed.
I called the woman that I loved the best.
I finally got my baby about half past three,
She said I'd like to know what you want with me.
I said,

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.

Well, I said tell me baby, what's wrong with you?
From this day on our romance is through
I said, tell me baby, face to face
How could another man take my place?
She said,

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get a long with me.

Well, I've learned my lesson and now I know
The sun may shine and the winds may blow.
The women may come and the women may go,
But before I say I love you so,
I want

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.

Johnny Cuckoo

Dirty Johnny wants
To join the army on a
Cold and stormy night.

This folk song was sung by Eric von Schmidt and Bob Dylan at von Schmidt's Sarasota, Florida, home and released on the ultra-rare "50th Anniversary Collection 1964" copyright extension collection.

Here come long Johnny Cuckoo
Cuckoo
Well here come long Johnny Cuckoo
Cuckoo
Yes I said here come long Johnny Cuckoo
One cold and stormy night

Well, what did you come for?
Come for?
Well, what did you come for
On a cold and stormy night?
I come for to be a soldier
I come for to be a soldier
On a cold and stormy night.

Well you look so black and dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Well you look so black and dirty
On a cold and stormy night

Well I'm just as clean as you are
You are
You are
Well I'm just as clean as you are
On a cold and stormy night

You do a different chord than I do

That's a G, you know

I said here comes Johnny Cuckoo
Cuckoo
Well now, here come Johnny Cuckoo
On a cold and stormy night

Well, what did you come for?
Come for
Come for
What did you come for on a cold and stormy night
I come for a soldier...
I come to be a soldier
On a cold and stormy night.

Grand Coulee Dam

They’re dam fine wonders,
Columbia River and
The Grand Coulee Dam.

Bob Dylan and the Band recorded this Woody Guthrie song at a tribute to the folksinger. There's an album of the concert, but it wasn't released under Dylan's name. I have included this song here because it was part of the album "Bob Dylan Live 1961-2000: 39 Years of Great Concert Performances."

Well the world owns seven wonders as the travellers always tell.
Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well.
But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land.
That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee Dam.

She come up the Canadian Rockies where the crystal waters glide,
Comes a-roaring down the canyon to meet that salty tide
From the great Pacific Ocean to where the sun sets in the west,
That big Grand Coulee country in that land I love the best.

In the misty glitter of that wild and windward spray,
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave.
Once she tore men's boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream,
That day that Grand Coulee dam went across that wild and restless stream.

Oh Uncle Sam took up the notion in the year of thirty three,
For the factory and the farmer and for all of you and me.
He said: roll it on Columbia, you can roll out to the sea
But river, while you're rolling you can do some work for me.

Now from Washington and Oregon you can hear them factories a-hum,
Making corn and making manganese and light aluminum.
Always a flying fortress to blast for Uncle Sam,
That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee dam.

Well the world owns seven wonders as the travellers always tell.
Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well.
But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land.
That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee Dam

Glory Glory (Lay My Burden Down)

So much for burdens.
I’m laying mine down, then I’m
Going to heaven.

This spiritual was sung by Eric von Schmidt and Bob Dylan at von Schmidt's Sarasota, Florida, home and released on the ultra-rare "50th Anniversary Collection 1964" copyright extension collection.

Glory glory
Hallelujah
Well I lay my burden down
Glory glory
Hallelujah
Well I lay my burden down
Going home now
To see my father
When I lay my body down
I'm going home now
To see my father
When I lay my body down
Well a-glory glory hallelujah
When I lay my burden down
Glory hallelujah
When I lay my burden down
Well I'm going on
To see my mama
When I lay my burden down
Going home
To see the one I love
When I lay my burden down
Well a-glory glory hallelujah
When I lay my burden down
Glory glory hallelujah
When I lay my burden down

Dr. Strangelove Blues

Some like it hot and
Some like it cold, but Strangelove
Likes it very weird.

This improvised song was sung by Eric von Schmidt and Bob Dylan at von Schmidt's Sarasota, Florida, home and released on the ultra-rare "50th Anniversary Collection 1964" copyright extension collection. I couldn't make out all of the lyrics so I did my best.

Some say he's a woman
Some say he's a man

I tell you some like it hot, oo yeah
Some like it hot.
Some like it cold.
Some like it hot.
Others they may like it cold.
And there's some people like it in a party
And some like it nine days old.

Some like it skinny
Some like it short and small
Strangelove
Strangelove
Some like it skinny
Some like it short and small
Well some like it too much
And some don't like it at all

Dr. Strangelove
Try me to the xxxxxxx
He travels all over
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Tell you about Dr. Strangelove now,
Well you always have Dr. Strangelove
xXXXXXXXXXXXX

Well you all know about
The XXXXXX fairy queen
Well you all know about
The XXXXXX King Kong XXXXXXX
Well I'm worried about that girl now,
That neither(?) Shetland Pony to maintain....

Well Dr. Strangelove
He sure is weird
Well Dr. Strangelove
Oh lord, he sure is weird.
He put me in bed with Charles Laughton
When he turned out to be King Lear.

He got.... XXXXXX
Well, all kind of strange things are going on.
Well, he got something for me...
Strange things going on.
Well the old black mama's XXXXXXXXXX
And the little kids are digging King Kong.

Strangelove
Strange
Strange
Strange
Goodbye, Dr. Strangelove
We'll see you again.

Denise

Denise’s facial
Cues suggest she has something
She keeps to herself.

Here's a different version of "Black Crow Blues" from the 1964 album "Another Side of Bob Dylan." I mean different different: another title, other lyrics, and so on. This outtake did not make the album. It was released on the "50th Anniversary Collection 1964" copyright extension anthology.

Denise, Denise,
Gal, what's on your mind?
Denise, Denise,
Gal, what's on your mind?
You got your eyes closed,
Heaven knows that you ain't blind.
Well, I can see you smiling,
But oh your mouth is inside out.
I can see you smiling,
But you're smiling inside out.
Well, I know you're laughin'
But what are you laughin' about.
Well, if you're tryin' to throw me,
Babe, I've already been tossed.
If you're tryin' to throw me,
Babe, I've already been tossed.
Babe, you're tryin' to lose me.
Babe, I'm already lost.
Well, what are you doing,
Are you flying or have you flipped?
Oh, what are you doing,
Are you flying or have you flipped?
Well, you call my name
And then say your tongue just slipped.
Denise, Denise,
You're concealed here on the shelf.
Denise, Denise,
You're concealed here on the shelf.
I'm looking deep in your eyes, babe,
And all I can see is myself.

Bob and Eric Blues #1

Bob and Eric ask
Betsy to hang out with them
Over at her place.

This song was sung by Eric von Schmidt and Bob Dylan at von Schmidt's Sarasota, Florida, home and released on the ultra-rare "50th Anniversary Collection 1964" copyright extension collection. It's an improvised courtship of sweet Betsy, with Bob and Eric apparently content to fight politely over her in her parlor. The two men switch identities toward the end.

Hey baby
I'm gonna see, see sweet Betsy's face

I'm a see
Betsy, where you been?
Come and see,
Betsy, where in the world you been?
Aw now, come home to Bob and me.

Well in her parlor
We did not mean no harm
Well sittin' in her parlor
Did not mean no harm
Oh now, you come home to us, funny farm.

Funny at the farm
I said funny at the farm
Funny at the farm
Funny at the farm
I swear now, we do not mean you no harm.

Well now, down in the lap of XXXX
Oh lord, you should have seen old Bobby and me.
Well we were right there.
We're sitting out now on them big ol' high chairs.

Well I'm on a high chair
And Bob's on the low
Well I'm on a high chair
Eric is on the low.
xxxxxxx
Just the way it goes.

Well now I know
It don't cause you no disgrace
Well now I know
It don't cause no disgrace
Cause neither one of us are here,
We just take each other's place

I call him Eric
You know he calls me Bob
I call him Eric
You know he calls me Bob

Black Betty

Betty’s a pistol,

But she shoots her mouth off, and

Annoys the captain.

Old folk song, apparently about a gun or a bottle of whiskey or a prison whip or something. In this version, as with Nick Cave's version, Betty is a woman. This song was sung by Eric von Schmidt and Bob Dylan at von Schmidt's Sarasota, Florida, home and released on the ultra-rare "50th Anniversary Collection 1964" copyright extension collection.

Black Betty Black Betty

Bam-a-lam

Betty gone crazy

Betty gone crazy

Black Betty got lazy

Black Betty

Bam-a-lam

Black Betty jump steady

Now the captain got mad

Thinkin' about the things that he could have had.

Black Betty got sorry, had to go

Now you see her on the radio

Black Betty Black Betty

I'm too out of my skull at the moment

Why Try to Change Me Now

I have strange habits,
But I love you so who cares?
I'm not gonna change.

By Cy Coleman and Joseph McCarthy.

I'm sentimental, so I walk in the rain
I've got some habits even I can't explain
Could start for the corner, turn up in Spain
But why try to change me now?

I sit and daydream, I've got daydreams galore
Cigarette ashes, there they go on the floor
I'll go away weekends, leave my keys in the door
But why try to change me now?

Why can't I be more conventional?
People talk, people stare, so I try
But that's not for me, 'cause I can't see
My kind of crazy world go passing me by

So, let people wonder, let 'em laugh, let 'em frown
You know I'll love you till the moon's upside down
Don't you remember I was always your clown?
Why try to change me now?

Where Are You?

No happy ending,
I can't believe we're apart:
My dear, where are you?

By Harold Adamson and Jimmy McHugh.

Where are you?
Where have you gone without me?
I thought you cared about me
Where are you?

Where's my heart?
Where is the dream we started?
I can't believe we're parted
Where are you?

When we said goodbye
Love, what had we to gain?
When I gave you my love
Was it all in vain?

All life through
Must I go on pretending?
Where is my happy ending?
Where are you?

What'll I Do

I know we split up,
But I wonder who you kiss,
And where you are now.

By Irving Berlin.

Gone is the romance that was so divine.
'tis broken and cannot be mended.
You must go your way,
And I must go mine.
But now that our love dreams have ended...
What'll I do
When you are far away
And I am blue
What'll I do?
What'll I do?
When I am wond'ring who
Is kissing you
What'll I do?
What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?
When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?

What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?
When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?

That Lucky Old Sun

I work my ass off
I'd rather roll around like
That lucky old sun.

By Haven Gillespie and Beasley Smith.

Up in the mornin', out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
Sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

Good Lord above, can't you see I'm pining
Tears in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver lining
Lift me to paradise

Show me that river, take me across
And wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

Oh Lord above, can't you know I'm pining
Tears in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver lining
Lift me to paradise

Show me that river, take me across
And wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

Stay With Me

If I lose my way,
If I wander and do wrong,
I hope you stay close.

By Jerome Moross and Carolyn Leigh.

Should my heart not be humble
Should my eyes fail to see
Should my feet sometimes stumble
On the way, stay with me

Like the lamb that in springtime
Wanders far from the fold
Comes the darkness and the frost
I get lost
I grow cold

I grow cold, I grow weary
And I know I have sinned
And I go seeking shelter
And I cry in the wind
Though I grope and I blunder
And I'm weak and I'm wrong

Though the road buckles under
Where I walk, walk along
Till I find to my wonder
Every path leads to Thee
All that I can do is pray
Stay with me
Stay with me

Some Enchanted Evening

If you find true love
Laughing in a crowded room,
Dont leave her; seize her.

By Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers. From "South Pacific."

Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger
You may see a stranger across a crowded room
And somehow you know, you know even then
That somewhere, you'll see her again and again

Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing
You may hear her laughing across a crowded room
And night after night, as strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams

Who can explain it, who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try
Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love
When you feel her call you across a crowded room

Then fly to her side and make her your own
Or all through your life you may dream all alone
Once you have found her, never let her go
Once you have found her, never let her go

The Night We Called It a Day

It's the end of us:
The moon and stars went away,
The sun didn't rise.

By Matt Dennis and Tom Adair.

There was a moon out in space
But a cloud drifted over it's face
You kissed me and went on your way
The night we called it a day

I heard the song of the spheres
Like a minor lament in my ears
I hadn't the heart left to pray
The night we called it a day

Soft through the dark
The hoot of an owl in the sky
Sad though his song
No bluer was he than I

The moon went down stars were gone
But the sun didn't rise with the dawn
There wasn't a thing left to say
The night we called it a day
There wasn't a thing left to say
The night we called it a day

I'm a Fool to Want You

It's wrong to want you
Every time I leave, I wish
I had you again

By Frank Sinatra, Jack Wolf and Joel Herron.

I'm a fool to want you
I'm a fool to want you
To want a love that can't be true
A love that's there for others too

I'm a fool to hold you
Such a fool to hold you
To seek a kiss not mine alone
To share a kiss that Devil has known

Time and time again I said I'd leave you
Time and time again I went away
But then would come the time when I would need you
And once again these words I had to say

Take me back, I love you
I need you
I know it's wrong, it must be wrong
But right or wrong I can't get along

Without you