TCBDS : 03-Jul-2025 (Theme: 1973)

Intro

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Play the verse structure 9 times, fading out on the 10th

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Then play 3 instrumental verses with harmonica

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There's guns across the river aimin' at ya

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Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya

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Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya

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Billy, they don't like you to be so free Campin' out all night on the veranda Dealin' cards till dawn in the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark hallway she will lead ya To the shadows of the mesa she will greet ya Billy, you're so far away from home

Finish with another instrumental verse with harmonica

There's guns across the river aimin' at ya Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya Billy, they don't like you to be so free Campin' out all night on the veranda Dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me There's mirrors inside the minds of crazy faces Bullet holes and rifles in their cases There's always one more notch and four more aces Billy, and you're playin' all alone Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark hallway she will lead ya In the shadows of the mesa she will greet ya Billy, you've been runnin' for so long They say that Pat Garrett's got your number So sleep with one eye open when you wonder If every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Way down in some Tularosa alley Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley In the days when you were better known The businessmen from Taos want you to go down So they've hired Mister Garrett to force you to slow down Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down To be hunted by the man who was your friend? So hang on to your woman if you got one Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one Way up in Santa Fe she was a hot one Billy, you been runnin' for so long Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Billy, you been so far from home Billy, you're so far away from home

BD: "Was that any good?"

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There's guns across the river, like to pound you

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Lawman on your trail like to surround you

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Bounty hunters dancin' all around you

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Billy, they don't like you to be so free Campin' out all night on the veranda Walkin' the streets down by the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me There's mirrors inside the minds of crazy faces Bullet holes and rifles in their cases There's always one more notch and four more aces Billy, and you're playin' all alone Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark chamber she will greet ya In the shadows of the mesa she will lead ya Billy, and you're goin' all alone They say that Pat Garrett's got your number So sleep with one eye open when you wonder If every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun There's always another stranger sneakin' glances Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances And some old whore from San Pedro to make advances Advances on your spirit and your soul The businessmen from Taos want you to go down So they've hired Mister Garrett to force you to slow down Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down To be hunted by the man who was your friend? So hang on to your woman if you got one Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one Up in Santa Fe you bought one Billy, you been runnin' for so long Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Way down in some Tularosa alley Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley Billy, you're so far away from home Billy, you're so far away from home Billy, you're so far away from home

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Spend the night with some sweet senorita

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Into her dark hallway she will lead ya

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In some lonesome shadow she might greet ya

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Billy, you're so doggone far away from home They say that Pat Garrett's got your number Sleep with one eye open when you slumber Every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun Maybe you will find yourself tomorrow Drinkin' in some bar to hide your sorrow Spendin' the time that you borrow Figuring a way to get back home

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Introduction: instrumental verse with harmonica

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Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya

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Billy, they don't like you to be so free Campin' out all night on the veranda Dealin' cards till dawn in the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark hallway she will lead ya To the shadows of the mesa she will greet ya Billy, you're so far away from home They say that Pat Garrett's got your number Sleep with one eye open when you slumber Every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun Maybe you will find yourself tomorrow Drinkin' in some bar to hide your sorrow Spendin' the time that you borrow Figuring a way to get back home Gypsy queens will play your grand finale Way down in some Tularosa alley Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley Billy, you're so far away from home

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| Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore It's gettin' dark, too dark to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin' down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Outtake from album sessions (Feb 1973)

Mama, put my guns in the ground I don't need them anymore Long black train is comin' round I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama, take this badge off of me I don't need it anymore It's gettin' dark, too dark to see I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black train is comin' round I'm knockin' up on heaven's door

Live 1974 (Before the Flood)

Mama wipe the blood from my face I'm sick and tired of the war Got a lone black feelin', and it's hard to trace Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama take these bells out of my ears I can't hear them anymore They're bringin' me down and givin' me tears Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Boston 21-Nov-1975

Mama wipe the blood off of my face I can't see through it anymore I need someone to talk to, and a new hiding place I feel like I'm knocking on heaven's door Mama I can hear that thunder roar Echoin' down from God's distant shore I can hear 'em callin' for my soul Feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Madison Square Garden, 08-Dec-1975

Mama take these tears out of my eyes I can't see through them anymore Just for once, I'd like to see the sunrise Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Earl's Court, London 28-Jun-1981

Mama tow my barge down to sea Pull it down from shore to shore Two brown eyes are lookin' at me Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Goin' down by that road Feelin' down and more and more Take the train by... ??? Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Earl's Court, London 28-Jun-1981

??? ... on this scene Fallin' down like to the floor Two brown eyes are looking at me Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Drammen, Norway, 10-Jul-1981

Mama take me above all that misery Let it fall down to the floor Two brown eyes are looking at me Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama dig my guns in the ground I can't fire them any more While the bridge is falling down Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Avignon 25-Jul-1981

Mama take my boat out of the sea Let it fall down to the floor Two brown eyes are looking at me Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama take this [front part away] I just don't want it anymore Aah, when I get in front of something it's too much to pay Yeah, Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Bristol Connecticut, 04-Sep-1988

Mama wipe the blood from my face I just can't see through it any more Sometimes you feel so damn out of place And I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door The sun is setting down On this ill forgotten town Two riders are coming down Bury my heart in this ground

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| Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore It's gettin' dark, too dark to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin' down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama wipe the blood from my face I'm sick and tired of the war Got a lone black feelin', and it's hard to trace Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama wipe the blood off of my face I can't see through it anymore I need someone to talk to, and a new hiding place I feel like I'm knocking on heaven's door Mama I can hear that thunder roar Echoin' down from God's distant shore I can hear 'em callin' for my soul Feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door

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I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you

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In worn out shoes

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The silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants

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He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high

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Then he'd lightly touch down

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Dance I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life Laughed and slapped his leg a step He said the name Bojangles then he danced a lick All across the cell He grabbed his pants for a better stance Oh he jumped so high and clicked his heels He let go laugh, he let go laugh Shook back his clothes all around He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the south Spoke with tears of fifteen years How his dog and him Had just travelled all about And his dog up and died, he up and died And after twenty years he still grieves He said I dance now at every chance in honky-tonks For drinks and tips But most of the time I spend behind these county bars 'Cause I drinks a bit He shook his head, and then he shook his head I heard someone ask him: "Please"

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I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you

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Then he'd lightly touch down I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life Laughed and slapped his leg a step

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Dance... He said the name Bojangles then he danced a lick All across the cell He grabbed his pants for a better stance Oh he jumped so high and clicked his heels He let go laugh, he let go laugh Shook back his clothes all around He said I dance now at every chance in honky-tonks For drinks and tips But most of the time I spend behind these county bars 'Cause I drinks a bit He shook his head, and then he shook his head I heard someone ask him: "Please" Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles Dance...

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I wanna live, I wanna give

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I've been a miner for a heart of gold

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It's these expressions I never give

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That keep me searching for a heart of gold

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And I'm getting old

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Keep me searching for a heart of gold

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| I've been to Hollywood, I've been to Redwood I've crossed the ocean for a heart of gold I've been in my mind, it's such a fine line That keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old Keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old |

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Keep me searching for a heart of gold

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When first I came to Louisville, some pleasure there to find

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A damsel there from Lexington was pleasing to my mind

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Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips, like arrows pierced my breast

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The name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West I courted lovely Flora, some pleasure for to find But she turned unto another man, which sore distressed my mind She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me of my rest Then go, my lovely Flora, the Lily of the West 'Way down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree Conversing with my Flora there, which seemed so strange to me And the answer that she gave to him, it sore did me oppress I was betrayed by Flora, the Lily of the West I stepped up to my rival, dagger in my hand I seized him by the collar, and boldly made him stand Being mad by desperation, I pierced him through the breast All this for lovely Flora, the Lily of the West I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea They placed me in the witness box, and then commenced on me Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest Still I love my faithless Flora, the Lily of the West Still I love my faithless Flora, the Lily of the West

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I've got a wife and five little children

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I'm gonna take a trip on the big McMillan

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With Sarah Jane (Sarah Jane!) Sarah Jane

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Ain't nothin' to do but to sit down and sing

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And rock about my Sarah Jane La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la The boiler busted and the whistle squalls Captain gone through the hole-in-the-wall Oh Sarah Jane (Sarah Jane!) Sarah Jane Ain't nothin' to do but to set down and sing And rock about my Sarah Jane La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la Yankee built boats to shoot them Rebels My gun's steady gonna hold it level Sarah Jane (Sarah Jane!) Sarah Jane Ain't nothin' to do but to set down and sing And rock about my Sarah Jane La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la I've got a wife and five little children I'm gonna take a trip on the big McMillan Sarah Jane (Sarah Jane!) Sarah Jane Ain't nothin' to do but to set down and sing And rock about my Sarah Jane La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la

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Spanish is the loving tongue

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Soft as music, light as spray

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'Twas a girl I learned it from

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Living down Sonora way

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I don't look much like a lover

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Still I hear her love words over

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Mostly when I'm all alone!

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Mi amor, mi corazon |

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Raise those laughing eyes of hers Oh, how the night would go a-flyin' All too soon I would hear her sighin' In her sweet and quiet tone Mi amor, mi corazon Haven't seen her since that night I can't cross the line, you know They want me for a gambling fight Like as not, it's better so Still I've always kind of missed her Since that last sad night I kissed her I left her heart, I broke my own Adios, mi corazon |

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This is Bob's solo acoustic performace.

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Living down Sonora way

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Mostly when I'm all alone!

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Mi amor, Mi corazon On the nights that I would ride She would listen for my spurs Throw that big door open wide

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Raise those laughing eyes of hers Oh, how the hours would go a-flyin' All too soon I'd hear her sighin'

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In her sweet and quiet tone "Mi amor, mi corazon" But I had to fly one time All 'cause of a stupid gamblin' fight And so we said a swift goodbye On that dark, unlucky night How oftentimes to me she's clingin' And in my ears the hoofbeats ringin' As I galloped north alone "Adios, mi corazon"

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Haven't seen her since that night I can't cross the line, you know

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Still I've always kind of missed her Since that last wild night I kissed her

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I broke her heart, lost my own "Adios, mi corazon"

San Diego, 2025-May-05 (omitting Ricky's ooh's and la's)

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I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends

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A chance to share old memories and play our songs again

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When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name

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But no one recognized me, I didn't look the same

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But it's all right now

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I learned my lesson well

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So you got to please yourself People came from miles around, everyone was there Yoko brought her walrus, there was magic in the air And over in the corner, much to my surprise Mr Hughes hid in Dylan's shoes wearing his disguise But it's all right now I learned my lesson well You see you, can't please everyone So you got to please yourself (or try to!)

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La-da-da, la-n-da-da-da I played them all the old songs, I thought that's why they came No one heard the music, we didn't look the same I said hello to "Mary Lou", she belongs to me When I sang a song about a honky-tonk, it was time to leave But it's all right now I learned my lesson well You see you, can't please everyone So you got to please yourself Someone opened up the closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode Playing guitar like a ringin' a bell and lookin' like he should If you gotta play at garden parties, I wish you a lotta luck But if memories were all I sang, I'd rather drive a truck But it's all right now I learned my lesson well You see you, can't please everyone So you got to please yourself

TCBDS : 03-Jul-2025 (Theme: 1973)

Billy [Bob Dylan]

Knockin' On Heaven's Door [Bob Dylan]

Mr Bojangles [Bob Dylan]

Heart Of Gold [Neil Young]

Lily Of The West [Bob Dylan]

Sarah Jane [Bob Dylan]

Spanish Is The Loving Tongue [Bob Dylan]

Garden Party [Bob Dylan]