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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Mixing Engineer
Joseph Lorge
Joseph Lorge
Assistant Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I live on a street named after a saint Women in the churches wear powder and paint Where the Jews, and Catholics, and the Muslims all pray I can tell they're Proddie from a mile away Goodbye, Jimmy Reed, Jimmy Reed indeed Give me that old time religion, it's just what I need For thine is a kingdom, the power, the glory Go tell it on the mountain, go tell the real story Tell it in that straightforward, puritanical tone In the mystic hours when a person's alone Goodbye, Jimmy Reed, godspeed Thump on the bible, and proclaim a creed You won't amount too much, the people all said 'Cause I didn't play guitar behind my head Never pandered, never acted proud Never took off my shoes, throw 'em in the crowd Goodbye, Jimmy Reed, goodbye, goodnight Put a jewel in your crown and I put out the lights They threw everything at me, everything in the book I had nothing to fight with but a butcher's hook They had no pity, they never lend a hand I can't sing a song that I don't understand Goodbye, Jimmy Reed, goodbye, good luck I can't play the record 'cause my needle got stuck Transparent woman in a transparent dress Suits you well, I must confess I'll break open your grapes, I'll suck out the juice I need you like my head needs a noose Goodbye, Jimmy Reed, goodbye and so long I thought I could resist her, but I was so wrong God be with you, brother dear If you don't mind me asking, "What brings you here?" "Oh, nothing much, I'm just looking for the man Need to see where he's lying in this lost land" Goodbye, Jimmy Reed, and everything within ya Can't you hear me calling from down in Virginia?
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