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BOB DYLAN

Motorpsycho Nightmare

  folk  singer-songwriter  classic rock  rock  folk rock
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Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Motorpsycho Nightmare




I pounded on a farmhouseLookin' for a place to stayI was mighty, mighty tiredI had come a long, long wayI said, "Hey, hey, in thereIs there anybody home ?I was standin' on the steps( )Feelin' must aloneWell, out comes a farmerHe must have thought that I was nutsHe immediately looked at meAnd stuck a gun into my gutsI fell down To my bended kneesSaying, "I dig farmersDon't shoot me please"He cocked his rifleAnd began to shout"You're that travelin' salesmanThat I have heard about"v I said, "No ! No ! No !I'm a doctor and it's trueI'm a clean-cut kidAnd I been to college too".Then in comes his daughterWhose name was RitaShe looked like she stepped out ofLa Dolce VitaI immediately tried to cool itWith her dadAnd told him what aNice, pretty farm he hadHe said, "What do doctorsKnow about farms, pray tell ?"I said, "I was bornAt the bottom of a wishing well".Well, by the dirt 'neath my nailsI guess he knew I wouldn't lieHe said "I guess, you're tired"He said, kinds slyI said, "Yes, ten thousand milesToday I drove"He said, "I got a bed for youUnderneath the stoveJust one conditionYou got to sleep right nowThat you don't touch my daughterAnd in the morning, milk the cow".I was sleepin' like a ratWhen I heard something jerkin'There stood RitaLookin' just like Tony PerkinsShe said, "Would you like to take a shower ?I'll show you up to the door"I said, "Oh, no, noI've been through this movie beforeI knew I had to splitBut I didn't know howWhen she said,"Would you like to take that shower now ?"Well, I couldn't leaveUnless the old man chased me out'Cause I'd already promisedThat I'd milk his cowsI had to say somethingTo strike him very weirdSo I yelled out"I like Fidel Castro and his beard"Rita looked offendedBut she got out of the wayAs he came charging down the stairsSayin', "What's that I heard you say ?"I said, "I like Fidel Castrov I think you heard me right"And I ducked as he swungAt me with all his mightRita mumbled something'Bout her mother on the hillAs his fist hit the iceboxHe said he's going to kill meIf I don't get out of the doorIn two seconds flat"Your unpatrioticRotten doctor Commie rat".Well, he threw a Reader's DigestAt my head and I did runI did a somersaultAs I seen him get his gunAnd chrashed through the windowAt a hundred miles an hourAnd landed fully blastIn his garden flowersRita said, "Come back"As he started to loadThe sun was comin' upAnd I was runnin' down the road.Well, I don't figure I'll be backThere for a spellEven though Rita moved awayAnd got a job in a motelHe still waits for meConstant on the skyHe wants to turn me inTo the FBIMe, I romp and stompingThankful as a rompWithout freedom of speechI might be in the swamp.




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