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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
Al Gorgoni
Al Gorgoni
Guitar
Bill Lee
Bill Lee
Bass
Bobby Gregg
Bobby Gregg
Drums
Bruce Langhorne
Bruce Langhorne
Electric Guitar
Joseph Macho Jr.
Joseph Macho Jr.
Bass
Kenny Rankin
Kenny Rankin
Guitar
Paul Griffin
Paul Griffin
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
Producer
Fred Catero
Fred Catero
Engineer
Roy Hallee
Roy Hallee
Engineer

Songteksten

Johnny's in the basement mixin' up the medicine I'm on the pavement thinkin' about the government The man in the trench coat, bad job, laid off Says 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 You better duck down the alleyway, lookin' for a new friend The man in the coonskin cap in the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills, but you only got ten 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. Look out, kid, don't matter what you did Walk on your tiptoes, don't try No Doz Better stay away from those that carry 'round a fire hose Keep a clean nose, watch the plainclothes You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows Ah, get sick, get well, hang around the inkwell Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is gonna 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 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 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 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 want to be a bum, you better chew gum The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles
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