Bob Dylan's Blues - Witmark Demo - 1963

Unlike most of the songs nowadays
 Have been written up town in Tin Pan Alley
 That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays
 Now this, this is a song, this one's written up there
 This is written somewhere down in the United States
 Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
 They are ridin' down the line
 Fixin' everybody's troubles
 Everybody's 'cept mine
 Someone musta told 'em that I was doin' fine
 All you five and ten cent women
 With nothin' in your heads
 I got a real gal I'm in love and Lord, I'll love her till I'm dead
 Go away from my door and my window too
 Right now
 Lord, I ain't goin' down to no racetrack
 See no sports car run
 I don't have no sports car and I don't even care to have one
 I can walk any time around the block
 Well, the wind keeps a blowin' me
 Up and down the street
 With my hat in my hand and my boots on my feet
 Watch out so you don't step on me
 Well, look it here buddy
 You want to be like me
 Pull out your six-shooter and rob every bank you can see
 Tell the judge I said it was all right, yeah