Sunday, November 27, 2016

Funny video of Bob Dylan playing with words





I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin’ for a place to stay
I was mighty mighty tired
I had come a long long way
I said, “Hey, hey, in there 
Is there anybody home?” 
I was standin’ on the steps 
Feelin’ most alone 
When out comes a farmer 
He must have thought that I was nuts 
He immediately looked at me 
And stuck a gun into my guts 




I fell down
To my bended knees
Saying, “I dig farmers
Don’t shoot me, please!”
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout
“Are you that travelin’ salesman
That I have heard about”
I said, “No! No! No!
I’m a doctor and it’s true
I’m a clean-cut kid
And I been to college too”




Then in comes his daughter
Whose name was Rita
She looked like she stepped out of
La Dolce Vita
I immediately tried to cool it
With her dad
And told him what a
Nice, pretty farm he had
He said, “What do doctors
Know about farms, pray tell?”
I said, “I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well”




Well, by the dirt beneath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn’t lie
He said "I guess you’re tired”
He said it kinda sly
I said, “Yes, ten thousand miles
Today I drove”
He said, “I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove
Just one condition
You can go to sleep right now
That you don’t touch my daughter
And in the morning, milk the cow”




I was sleepin’ like a rat
When I heard something jerkin’
There stood Rita
Lookin’ just like Tony Perkins 
She said, “Would you like to take a shower? 
I’ll show you up to the door” 
I said, “Oh, no! no! 
I’ve been through this movie before” 
I knew I had to split 
But I didn’t know how 
When she said 
“Would you like to take that shower now?” 




Well, I couldn’t leave
Unless the old man chased me out
’Cause I’d already promised
That I’d milk his cows
I had to say something
To strike him very weird
So I yelled
“I like Fidel Castro and his beard”
Rita looked offended
But she got out of the way
As he came charging down the stairs
Sayin’, “What’s that I heard you say?”




I said, “I like Fidel Castro
I think you heard me right”
And ducked as he swung
At me with all his might 
Rita mumbled something 
’Bout her mother on the hill 
As his fist hit the icebox 
He said he’s going to kill 
If I don’t get out the door 
In two seconds flat 
“You unpatriotic 
Rotten doctor Commie rat” 




Well, he threw a Reader’s Digest
At my head and I did run
I did a somersault
As I seen him get his gun 
And crashed through the window 
At a hundred miles an hour 
And landed fully blast 
In his garden flowers 
Rita said, “Come back!” 
As he started to load 
The sun was comin’ up 
And I was runnin’ down the road 




Well, I don’t figure I’ll be back
There for a spell
Even though Rita moved away
And got a job in a motel
He still waits for me
Constant on the sly
He wants to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and stomp
Thankful as I romp
Without freedom of speech
I might be in the swamp

Bob Dylan




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