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16 Spoken live , and released on <a class="recordlink" href="index.htm">The Bootleg Series 1-3</a> (1991)<br /></p>
19 When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
20 When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
21 When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
22 In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
23 No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
24 If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
25 If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
26 And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
27 And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
28 And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
29 And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
30 And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
31 And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
32 And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
33 And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
34 And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
35 And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
36 Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
37 And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
38 And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
39 And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
40 And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
41 And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
42 And to yourself you sometimes say
43 "I never knew it was gonna be this way
44 Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
45 And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
46 And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
47 And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
48 And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
49 And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
50 And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
51 And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
52 And you need it badly but it lays on the street
53 And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
54 And you think yer ears might a been hurt
55 Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
56 And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
57 When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
58 And all the time you were holdin' three queens
59 And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
60 Like in the middle of Life magazine
61 Bouncin' around a pinball machine
62 And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
63 That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
64 But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
65 And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
66 And no matter how you try you just can't say it
67 And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
68 And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
69 And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
70 And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
71 And his jaws start closin with you underneath
72 And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
73 And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
74 And you say to yourself just what am I doin'
75 On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
76 On this curve I'm hanging
77 On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
78 In this air I'm inhaling
79 Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
80 Why am I walking, where am I running
81 What am I saying, what am I knowing
82 On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
83 On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
84 In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
85 In the words that I'm thinkin'
86 In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
87 Who am I helping, what am I breaking
88 What am I giving, what am I taking
89 But you try with your whole soul best
90 Never to think these thoughts and never to let
91 Them kind of thoughts gain ground
92 Or make yer heart pound
93 But then again you know why they're around
94 Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
95 "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
96 And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
97 And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
98 And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
99 If that was you in the dream that was screaming
100 And you know that it's something special you're needin'
101 And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
102 And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
103 And you need something special
104 Yeah, you need something special all right
105 You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
106 To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
107 You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
108 That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
109 That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
110 You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
111 That won't laugh at yer looks
112 Your voice or your face
113 And by any number of bets in the book
114 Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
115 You need something to open up a new door
116 To show you something you seen before
117 But overlooked a hundred times or more
118 You need something to open your eyes
119 You need something to make it known
120 That it's you and no one else that owns
121 That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting
122 That the world ain't got you beat
123 That it ain't got you licked
124 It can't get you crazy no matter how many
125 Times you might get kicked
126 You need something special all right
127 You need something special to give you hope
128 But hope's just a word
129 That maybe you said or maybe you heard
130 On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
132 But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
133 And yer trouble is you know it too good
134 "Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
136 "Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
137 And it ain't on Macy's window sill
138 And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
139 And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
140 And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
141 And it ain't on that dimlit stage
142 With that half-wit comedian on it
143 Ranting and raving and taking yer money
144 And you thinks it's funny
145 No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
146 And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
147 And sure as hell you're bound to tell
148 That no matter how hard you rub
149 You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
150 No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
151 And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
152 And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
153 Or down any movie star's blouse
154 And you can't find it on the golf course
155 And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
156 And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
157 And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
158 And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
159 That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
160 Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
161 Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
162 Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
163 When you can't even sense if they got any insides
164 These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
165 No you'll not now or no other day
166 Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache
167 And inside it the people made of molasses
168 That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
169 And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
170 Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
171 Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
172 And before you can count from one to ten
173 Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
174 My friend
175 The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
176 And play games with each other in their sand-box world
177 And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
178 That run around gallant
179 And make all rules for the ones that got talent
180 And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
181 And think they're foolin' you
182 The ones who jump on the wagon
183 Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
184 To get their kicks, get out of it quick
185 And make all kinds of money and chicks
186 And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
187 Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
188 Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
189 Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
190 Good God Almighty
191 THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL"
193 No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
194 You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
195 You gotta look some other place
196 And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
197 Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
198 Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
199 Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
200 Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
201 And out there somewhere
202 And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
203 Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
204 Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
205 You can touch and twist
206 And turn two kinds of doorknobs
207 You can either go to the church of your choice
208 Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
209 You'll find God in the church of your choice
210 You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
212 And though it's only my opinion
213 I may be right or wrong
214 You'll find them both
215 In the Grand Canyon
216 At sundown
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