Álbum The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan de Bob Dylan - Canciones

The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

Listado de canciones del álbum The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

  1. Blowin' In the Wind
  2. Girl From the North Country
  3. Masters Of War
  4. Down the HighwayVer letra

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    letra de Down the Highway

    Well, I'm walkin' down the highway
    With my suitcase in my hand.
    Yes, I'm walkin' down the highway
    With my suitcase in my hand.
    Lord, I really miss my baby,
    She's in some far-off land.
    Well, your streets are gettin' empty,
    Lord, your highway's gettin' filled.
    And your streets are gettin' empty
    And your highway's gettin' filled.
    Well, the way I love that woman,
    I swear it's bound to get me killed.
    Well, I been gamblin' so long,
    Lord, I ain't got much more to lose.
    Yes, I been gamblin' so long,
    Lord, I ain't got much more to lose.
    Right now I'm havin' trouble,
    Please don't take away my highway shoes.
    Well, I'm bound to get lucky, baby,
    Or I'm bound to die tryin'.
    Yes, I'm a-bound to get lucky, baby,
    Lord, Lord I'm a-bound to die tryin'.
    Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean
    And we'll leave this ol' highway behind.
    Well, the ocean took my baby,
    My baby stole my heart from me.
    Yes, the ocean took my baby,
    My baby took my heart from me.
    She packed it all up in a suitcase,
    Lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy.
    So, I'm a-walkin' down your highway
    Just as far as my poor eyes can see.
    Yes, I'm a-walkin' down your highway
    Just as far as my eyes can see.
    From the Golden Gate Bridge
    All the way to the Statue of Liberty.

  5. Bob Dylan's Blues
  6. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
  7. Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
  8. Bob Dylan's Dream
  9. Oxford Town
  10. Talkin' World War III Blues
  11. Corrina, CorrinaVer letra

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    letra de Corrina, Corrina

    Corrina, Corrina,
    Gal, where you been so long?
    Corrina, Corrina,
    Gal, where you been so long?
    I been worr'in' 'bout you, baby,
    Baby, please come home.
    I got a bird that whistles,
    I got a bird that sings.
    I got a bird that whistles,
    I got a bird that sings.
    But I ain' a-got Corrina,
    Life don't mean a thing.
    Corrina, Corrina,
    Gal, you're on my mind.
    Corrina, Corrina,
    Gal, you're on my mind.
    I'm a-thinkin' 'bout you, baby,
    I just can't keep from crying.

    Adaptación: Bob DylanArreglos: Bob DylanMúsicos invitados: Leonard Gaskin (Bass), Herbie Lovelle (Drums), Bruce Langhorne (Guitar), Howie Collins (Guitar), Dick Wellstood (Piano)
  12. Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance
  13. I Shall Be FreeVer letra

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    letra de I Shall Be Free

    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!)

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  1. polifemio57: Este es uno de los favoritos. Aconsejo oirlo solo, un noche con luna.

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