The Bootleg Series Vol. 9 - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964

Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song. Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong. Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell Bout an East Coast city that you all know well. It's hard times in the city, Livin' down in New Y

The Death of Emmett Till 'Twas down in Mississippi Not so long ago When a young boy from Chicago Town Walk in a southern door This boy's fateful tragedy We should all remember well The color of his skin was black And his name was Emmett Till Some men

我不会寿终正寝 因为有人告诉我死亡已在身边 我不会允许自己伏地而死 在装进棺穴的时候,我的头要高高昂起 让我死在自己的足迹里 在我寿终正寝之前 I will not go down under the ground "Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round An' I will not carry myself down to die When I go to my grave my head will be high, Let me

If today was not a crooked highway, If tonight was not a crooked trail, If tomorrow wasn't such a long time, Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all. Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin', And if I could only hear her heart a-softly po

Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue, I didn't know what in the world I was gonna do, Them Communists they wus comin' around, They wus in the air, They wus on the ground. They wouldn't gimme no peace. . . So I run down most hurriedly And joined u