I Shall Be Free Lyrics
| Song | I Shall Be Free |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | The Bootleg Series Vol. 9 - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dylan | |
| Well, I took me a woman late last night, | |
| I's three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight. | |
| She took off her wheel, took off her bell, | |
| Took off her wig, said, ;How do I smell? | |
| I hot-footed it . . . bare-naked . . . | |
| Out the window! | |
| Well, sometimes I might get drunk, | |
| Walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk. | |
| Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride | |
| 'Cause I got my little lady right by my side. | |
| (Right there | |
| Proud as can be) | |
| I's out there paintin' on the old woodshed | |
| When a can a black paint it fell on my head. | |
| I went down to scrub and rub | |
| But I had to sit in back of the tub. | |
| (Cost a quarter | |
| And I had to get out quick . . . | |
| Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna) | |
| Well, my telephone rang it would not stop, | |
| It's President Kennedy callin' me up. | |
| He said, ;My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow? | |
| I said, ;My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot, | |
| Anita Ekberg, | |
| Sophia Loren. | |
| (Put 'em all in the same room with Ernest Borgnine!) | |
| Well, I got a woman sleeps on a cot, | |
| She yells and hollers and squeals a lot. | |
| Licks my face and tickles my ear, | |
| Bends me over and buys me beer. | |
| (She's a honeymooner | |
| A June crooner | |
| A spoon feeder | |
| And a natural leader) | |
| Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' so heavy, | |
| I got a woman who works on the levee. | |
| Pumping that water up to her neck, | |
| Every week she sends me a monthly check. | |
| (She's a humdinger | |
| Folk singer | |
| Dead ringer | |
| For a thing-a-muh jigger) | |
| Late one day in the middle of the week, | |
| Eyes were closed I was half asleep. | |
| I chased me a woman up the hill, | |
| Right in the middle of an air raid drill. | |
| It was Little Bo Peep! | |
| (I jumped a fallout shelter | |
| I jumped a bean stalk | |
| I jumped a ferris wheel) | |
| Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote, | |
| He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note. | |
| He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple, | |
| Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people. | |
| (He's eatin' bagels | |
| He's eatin' pizza | |
| He's eatin' chitlins | |
| He's eatin' bullshit!) | |
| Oh, set me down on a television floor, | |
| I'll flip the channel to number four. | |
| Out of the shower comes a grown-up man | |
| With a bottle of hair oil in his hand. | |
| (It's that greasy kid stuff. | |
| What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is | |
| What do you do about Willy Mays and Yul Brynner, | |
| Charles de Gaulle | |
| And Robert Louis Stevenson?) | |
| Well, the funniest woman I ever seen | |
| Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean. | |
| She takes about fifteen baths a day, | |
| Wants me to grow a cigar on my face. | |
| (She's a little bit heavy!) | |
| Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla time, | |
| It levels my head and eases my mind. | |
| I just walk along and stroll and sing, | |
| I see better days and I do better things. | |
| (I catch dinosaurs | |
| I make love to Elizabeth Taylor . . . | |
| Catch hell from Richard Burton!) |
| zuo ci : Dylan | |
| Well, I took me a woman late last night, | |
| I' s threefourths drunk, she looked uptight. | |
| She took off her wheel, took off her bell, | |
| Took off her wig, said, How do I smell? | |
| I hotfooted it . . . barenaked . . . | |
| Out the window! | |
| Well, sometimes I might get drunk, | |
| Walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk. | |
| Don' t hurt me none, don' t hurt my pride | |
| ' Cause I got my little lady right by my side. | |
| Right there | |
| Proud as can be | |
| I' s out there paintin' on the old woodshed | |
| When a can a black paint it fell on my head. | |
| I went down to scrub and rub | |
| But I had to sit in back of the tub. | |
| Cost a quarter | |
| And I had to get out quick . . . | |
| Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna | |
| Well, my telephone rang it would not stop, | |
| It' s President Kennedy callin' me up. | |
| He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow? | |
| I said, My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot, | |
| Anita Ekberg, | |
| Sophia Loren. | |
| Put ' em all in the same room with Ernest Borgnine! | |
| Well, I got a woman sleeps on a cot, | |
| She yells and hollers and squeals a lot. | |
| Licks my face and tickles my ear, | |
| Bends me over and buys me beer. | |
| She' s a honeymooner | |
| A June crooner | |
| A spoon feeder | |
| And a natural leader | |
| Oh, there ain' t no use in me workin' so heavy, | |
| I got a woman who works on the levee. | |
| Pumping that water up to her neck, | |
| Every week she sends me a monthly check. | |
| She' s a humdinger | |
| Folk singer | |
| Dead ringer | |
| For a thingamuh jigger | |
| Late one day in the middle of the week, | |
| Eyes were closed I was half asleep. | |
| I chased me a woman up the hill, | |
| Right in the middle of an air raid drill. | |
| It was Little Bo Peep! | |
| I jumped a fallout shelter | |
| I jumped a bean stalk | |
| I jumped a ferris wheel | |
| Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote, | |
| He' s arunnin' for office on the ballot note. | |
| He' s out there preachin' in front of the steeple, | |
| Tellin' me he loves all kindsa people. | |
| He' s eatin' bagels | |
| He' s eatin' pizza | |
| He' s eatin' chitlins | |
| He' s eatin' bullshit! | |
| Oh, set me down on a television floor, | |
| I' ll flip the channel to number four. | |
| Out of the shower comes a grownup man | |
| With a bottle of hair oil in his hand. | |
| It' s that greasy kid stuff. | |
| What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is | |
| What do you do about Willy Mays and Yul Brynner, | |
| Charles de Gaulle | |
| And Robert Louis Stevenson? | |
| Well, the funniest woman I ever seen | |
| Was the greatgranddaughter of Mr. Clean. | |
| She takes about fifteen baths a day, | |
| Wants me to grow a cigar on my face. | |
| She' s a little bit heavy! | |
| Well, ask me why I' m drunk alla time, | |
| It levels my head and eases my mind. | |
| I just walk along and stroll and sing, | |
| I see better days and I do better things. | |
| I catch dinosaurs | |
| I make love to Elizabeth Taylor . . . | |
| Catch hell from Richard Burton! |
| zuò cí : Dylan | |
| Well, I took me a woman late last night, | |
| I' s threefourths drunk, she looked uptight. | |
| She took off her wheel, took off her bell, | |
| Took off her wig, said, How do I smell? | |
| I hotfooted it . . . barenaked . . . | |
| Out the window! | |
| Well, sometimes I might get drunk, | |
| Walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk. | |
| Don' t hurt me none, don' t hurt my pride | |
| ' Cause I got my little lady right by my side. | |
| Right there | |
| Proud as can be | |
| I' s out there paintin' on the old woodshed | |
| When a can a black paint it fell on my head. | |
| I went down to scrub and rub | |
| But I had to sit in back of the tub. | |
| Cost a quarter | |
| And I had to get out quick . . . | |
| Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna | |
| Well, my telephone rang it would not stop, | |
| It' s President Kennedy callin' me up. | |
| He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow? | |
| I said, My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot, | |
| Anita Ekberg, | |
| Sophia Loren. | |
| Put ' em all in the same room with Ernest Borgnine! | |
| Well, I got a woman sleeps on a cot, | |
| She yells and hollers and squeals a lot. | |
| Licks my face and tickles my ear, | |
| Bends me over and buys me beer. | |
| She' s a honeymooner | |
| A June crooner | |
| A spoon feeder | |
| And a natural leader | |
| Oh, there ain' t no use in me workin' so heavy, | |
| I got a woman who works on the levee. | |
| Pumping that water up to her neck, | |
| Every week she sends me a monthly check. | |
| She' s a humdinger | |
| Folk singer | |
| Dead ringer | |
| For a thingamuh jigger | |
| Late one day in the middle of the week, | |
| Eyes were closed I was half asleep. | |
| I chased me a woman up the hill, | |
| Right in the middle of an air raid drill. | |
| It was Little Bo Peep! | |
| I jumped a fallout shelter | |
| I jumped a bean stalk | |
| I jumped a ferris wheel | |
| Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote, | |
| He' s arunnin' for office on the ballot note. | |
| He' s out there preachin' in front of the steeple, | |
| Tellin' me he loves all kindsa people. | |
| He' s eatin' bagels | |
| He' s eatin' pizza | |
| He' s eatin' chitlins | |
| He' s eatin' bullshit! | |
| Oh, set me down on a television floor, | |
| I' ll flip the channel to number four. | |
| Out of the shower comes a grownup man | |
| With a bottle of hair oil in his hand. | |
| It' s that greasy kid stuff. | |
| What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is | |
| What do you do about Willy Mays and Yul Brynner, | |
| Charles de Gaulle | |
| And Robert Louis Stevenson? | |
| Well, the funniest woman I ever seen | |
| Was the greatgranddaughter of Mr. Clean. | |
| She takes about fifteen baths a day, | |
| Wants me to grow a cigar on my face. | |
| She' s a little bit heavy! | |
| Well, ask me why I' m drunk alla time, | |
| It levels my head and eases my mind. | |
| I just walk along and stroll and sing, | |
| I see better days and I do better things. | |
| I catch dinosaurs | |
| I make love to Elizabeth Taylor . . . | |
| Catch hell from Richard Burton! |
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