Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
I copied most of these lyrics from a UK site that pretty much mangled a lot of them, I tried to straighten them out from what I could fathom but neither I nor the UK site can be blamed for inaccuracy, since this is an outtake where Dylan mumbles and makes up words on the fly.
I hope
I don’t meet her
And the diamond on the hill
I will take ya
For a ride
Operator
On the hill
Cuz the bad moon on the rise
Me shining in your eyes
Is it worth it
What your doin’ to me?
Operator
I will tell ya
And I will
Before too long
(Toll?) (Told?) the razy (racing?)
Cadillac roadster
In (and?) the pocket
Are they right or wrong?
Patty Girl with your blue bell eyes
Shining desert sun
Is it worth it?
What your doin’ to me
I will take
Fifty dollars
And I will roll them
Central park west
He creator (laughs)
My own baby
Then she know it
Deep in our bed
But it don’t move up to know
And that ain’t the way the flower grows
Is it worth it
What your doing to me?
The conduction (seduction?) of the will
And a nasty automobile
All the dollars
Couldn’t buy
All the sorrow
Make you cry
Some place I would know
I’ve died each ya don’t go
Is it worth it
What your doin’ to me