Bob Dylan – Motorpsycho Nitemare (Guitar)

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I pounded on a farmhouse lookin' for a place to stay

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I said "Hey hey in there is there anybody home?"

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I was standin' on the steps feelin' most alone

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When out comes a farmer he must have thought that I was nuts

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He immediately looked at me and stuck a gun into my guts

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I fell down to my bended knees

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He cocked his rifle and began to shout

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"Are you that travelin' salesman that I have heard about?"

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I said "No, no, no I'm a doctor and it's true

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I'm a clean-cut kid and I been to college too"

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Then in comes his daughter whose name was Rita

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I immediately tried to cool it with her dad

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And told him what a nice pretty farm he had

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He said "What do doctors know about farms, pray tell?"

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I said "I was born at the bottom of a wishing well"

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Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails I guess he knew I wouldn't lie

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I said "Yes, ten thousand miles today I drove"

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He said "I got a bed for you underneath the stove

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Just one condition you can go to sleep right now

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That you don't touch my daughter and in the morning, milk the cows"

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I was sleepin' like a rat when I heard something jerkin'

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She said "Would you like to take a shower? I'll show you up to the door"

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I said "Oh, no, no I've been through this movie before"

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I knew I had to split but I did not know how

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When she said "Would you like to take that shower now?"

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Well, I couldn't leave unless the old man chased me out

   C
I had to say something to strike him very weird

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So I yelled "I like Fidel Castro and his beard"

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Rita looked offended but she got out of the way

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As he came charging down the stairs sayin' "What's that I heard you say?"

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I said, "I like Fidel Castro I think you heard me right"

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Rita mumbled something 'Bout her mother on the hill

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As his fist, it hit the icebox he said he's going to kill

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Me if I don't get out the door in two seconds flat

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"You unpatriotic Rotten doctor Commie rat"

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Well, he threw a Reader's Digest at my head and I did run

     C
And crashed through the window at a hundred miles an hour

     G
And landed fully blast in his garden flowers

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Rita said "Come back" and he started to load

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The sun was comin' up and I was runnin' down the road

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Well, I don't figure I'll be back there for a spell

     C
He still waits for me constant on the sly

     G
He wants to turn me in to the F.B.I

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Me, I romp and stompings thankful as I romp

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Without freedom of speech I might be in the swamp