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Subterranean Homesick Blues

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Skladba Subterranean Homesick Blues vyšla 22. března 1965 Columbia na albu Bringing It All Back Home

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Skladba Subterranean Homesick Blues byla v minulém týdnu nejčastěji objevena v segmentu okolo 15 sekundy od začátku.

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bob Dylan

Vocals

Al Gorgoni

Guitar

Bill Lee

Bass

Bobby Gregg

Drums

Bruce Langhorne

Bruce Langhorne

Guitar

Joseph Macho Jr.

Joseph Macho Jr.

Bass

Kenny Rankin

Guitar

Paul Griffin

Piano

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bob Dylan

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Tom Wilson

Producer

Texty

[Verse 1]

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's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off

[Chorus]

Look out, kid, it's somethin' you did

God knows when, but you're doin' it again

You better duck down the alley way

Lookin' for a new friend

A man in the coon-skin cap in a pig pen

Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten

[Verse 2]

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of 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.

[Chorus]

Look out, kid, don't matter what you did

Well, walk on your tiptoes, don't tie no bows

Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose

Keep a clean nose, watch the plainclothes

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

[Verse 3]

Oh, get sick, get well, hang around a ink well

Hang bail, hard to tell if anything is gonna to sell

Try hard, get barred, get back, ride rail

Get jailed, jump bail, join the Army, if you fail

[Chorus]

Look out, kid, you're gonna get hit

By losers, cheaters, six-time users

Hangin' 'round the theaters

Girl by the whirlpool's lookin' for a new fool

Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters

[Verse 4]

Oh, 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

[Chorus]

Look out, kid, they keep it all hid

Better jump 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 don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles

Written by: Robert Dylan

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