John Wesley Harding de Bob Dylan

Listado de Canciones

1. John Wesley Harding
2. As I Went Out One Morning

   Letra

   As I went out one morning To breathe the air around Tom Paine's, I spied the fairest damsel That ever did walk in chains. I offer'd her my hand, She took me by the arm. I knew that very instant, She meant to do me harm. "Depart from me this moment," I told her with my voice. Said she, "But I don't wish to," Said I, "But you have no choice." "I beg you, sir," she pleaded From the corners of her mouth, "I will secretly accept you And together we'll fly south." Just then Tom Paine, himself, Came running from across the field, Shouting at this lovely girl And commanding her to yield. And as she was letting go her grip, Up Tom Paine did run, "I'm sorry, sir," he said to me, "I'm sorry for what she's done."
3. I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine

   Letra

   I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive as you or me Tearing through these quarters In the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm And a coat of solid gold Searching for the very souls Whom already have been sold. "Arise, arise", he cried so loud With a voice without restraint "Come out ye gifted kings and queens And hear my sad complaint No martyr is among ye now Whom you can call your own So go on your way accordingly But know you're not alone". I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive with fiery breath And I dreamed I was amongst the ones That put him out to death Oh, I awoke in anger So alone and terrified I put my fingers against the glass And bowed my head and cried.
4. All Along The Watchtower

   Letra

   "There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
5. The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest
6. Drifter's Escape
7. Dear Landlord

   Letra

   Dear landlord, Please don't put a price on my soul. My burden is heavy, My dreams are beyond control. When that steamboat whistle blows, I'm gonna give you all I got to give, And I do hope you receive it well, Dependin' on the way you feel that you live. Dear landlord, Please heed these words that I speak. I know you've suffered much, But in this you are not so unique. All of us, at times, we might work too hard To have it too fast and too much, And anyone can fill his life up With things he can see but he just cannot touch. Dear landlord, Please don't dismiss my case. I'm not about to argue, I'm not about to move to no other place. Now, each of us has his own special gift And you know this was meant to be true, And if you don't underestimate me, I won't underestimate you.
8. I Am A Lonesome Hobo

   Letra

   I am a lonesome hobo Without family or friends, Where another man's life might begin, That's exactly where mine ends. I have tried my hand at bribery, Blackmail and deceit, And I've served time for ev'rything 'Cept beggin' on the street. Well, once I was rather prosperous, There was nothing I did lack. I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth And silk upon my back. But I did not trust my brother, I carried him to blame, Which led me to my fatal doom, To wander off in shame. Kind ladies and kind gentlemen, Soon I will be gone, But let me just warn you all, Before I do pass on; Stay free from petty jealousies, Live by no man's code, And hold your judgment for yourself Lest you wind up on this road.
9. I Pity The Poor Immigrant

   Letra

   I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home, Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone. That man whom with his fingers cheats And who lies with ev'ry breath, Who passionately hates his life And likewise, fears his death. I pity the poor immigrant Whose strength is spent in vain, Whose heaven is like Ironsides, Whose tears are like rain, Who eats but is not satisfied, Who hears but does not see, Who falls in love with wealth itself And turns his back on me. I pity the poor immigrant Who tramples through the mud, Who fills his mouth with laughing And who builds his town with blood, Whose visions in the final end Must shatter like the glass. I pity the poor immigrant When his gladness comes to pass.
10. The Wicked Messenger
11. Down Along The Cove

    Letra

    Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin' my way. Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin' my way. I say, "Lord, have mercy, mama, It sure is good to see you comin' today." Down along the cove, I spied my little bundle of joy. Down along the cove, I spied my little bundle of joy. She said, "Lord, have mercy, honey, I'm so glad you're my boy!" Down along the cove, We walked together hand in hand. Down along the cove, We walked together hand in hand. Ev'rybody watchin' us go by Knows we're in love, yes, and they understand.
12. I'll Be Your Baby Tonight