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  13 <h1 class="songtitle">Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues</h1>
  14
  15
  16 <p>Written by Bob Dylan<br />
  17 Released on <a class="recordlink" href="index.htm">The Bootleg Series 1-3</a> (1991) in a live version
  18 from Carnegie Hall, New York City, Oct 26, 1963, and in another live
  19 version on <a class="recordlink" href="../43_bs6/index.htm">Live 1964</a> (2004)<br />
  20 Tabbed by Eyolf &Oslash;strem</p>
  21
  22 <hr />
  23
  24 <p>Standard Talkin' Blues pattern</p>
  25
  26 <hr />
  27
  28 <pre class="spoken">
  29 [this is called: Talkin' John Birch Blues.
  30 And there ain't nothing wrong with this song]
  31 </pre>
  32 <pre class="verse">
  33             G               C
  34 Well, I was feelin' sad and kind'a blue,
  35   D
  36 I didn't know what I was a-gonna do,
  37      G                C
  38 Them Communists wus a-comin' around,
  39          D
  40 They wus in the air,
  41
  42 They wus on the ground.
  43                            G . C . D . . G . . .
  44 They wus all over.
  45
  46 So I run down most hurriedly
  47 And joined the John Birch Society,
  48 got me a secret membership card
  49 And went back home to the yard,
  50 Started lookin' on the sidewalk,
  51 under the hedges.
  52
  53 Well, I got up in the mornin' 'n' looked under my bed,
  54 I wus lookin' every place for them gol-darned Reds.
  55 Looked behind the sink, and under the floor,
  56 Looked in the glove compartment of my car.
  57 Couldn't find any . . .
  58
  59 Looked behind the clothes, behind my chair
  60 lookin' for them reds everywhere
  61 looked up my chimney hole,
  62 even deep down inside my toilet bowl,
  63 They got away . . .
  64
  65 I heard some foot-steps by the front porch door,
  66 so I grabbed my shot-gun from the floor.
  67 Snuck around the house with a huff and a hiss,
  68 saying &quot;Hands up, you communist!&quot;
  69 It was the mailman.
  70 He punched me out.
  71
  72 Well, I wus sittin' home alone an' started to sweat,
  73 Figured they wus in my T.V. set.
  74 I peeked behind the picture frame,
  75 Got a shock from my feet that hit my brain.
  76 Them Reds did it!
  77 Hootenanny Television . . .
  78
  79 Well, I quit my job so I could work alone,
  80 got a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes.
  81 Followed some clues from my detective bag
  82 And discovered: red stripes on the American flag!
  83 Betsy Ross . . .
  84
  85 Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian spy,
  86 Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy.
  87 To my knowledge there's just one man
  88 That's really a true American:
  89 That's George Lincoln Rockwell.
  90 I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus.
  91
  92 Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight
  93 When I run outa things to investigate.
  94 Couldn't imagine nothing else,
  95 So now I'm home investigatin' myself!
  96 Hope I don't find out too much . . . Good God!
  97 </pre>
  98
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 100
 101 <p>Verses not sung in the released version:</p>
 102 <pre class="verse">
 103 Now we all agree with Hitlers' views,
 104 Although he killed six million Jews.
 105 It don't matter too much that he was a Fascist,
 106 At least you can't say he was a Communist!
 107 That's to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria.
 108
 109 Well, I investigated all the books in the library,
 110 Ninety percent of 'em gotta be burned away.
 111 I investigated all the people that I knowed,
 112 Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go.
 113 The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me.
 114 </pre>
 115
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 117
 118 <h2 class="songversion">Live 1964 (The Philharmonic Hall)</h2>
 119 <pre class="spoken">
 120 [&quot;This is called, 'Talkin' John Birch ... PARANOID ... Blues'
 121
 122 It's a fictitious story...&quot;]
 123 </pre>
 124
 125 <pre class="verse">
 126 Well, I was feelin' sad and kind of blue,
 127 I didn't know what I was gonna do,
 128 The Communists were comin' around,
 129 They were in the air,
 130 They were on the ground.
 131 They were all over.
 132
 133 So I ran down most hurriedly
 134 And joined the John Birch Society,
 135 I got me a secret membership card
 136 went back to my back yard,
 137 Started lookin'
 138 on the sidewalk,
 139 'neath the rose bush.
 140
 141 I wus lookin' everywhere for them gol-darned Reds,
 142 I got up in the mornin' looked under my bed,
 143 Looked behind the kitchen, behind the door,
 144 even tore loose the kitchen floor,
 145 Couldn't find any . . .
 146
 147 I looked beneath the sofa, beneath the chair
 148 lookin' for them reds everywhere
 149 I looked way up my chimney hole,
 150 even deep down inside my toilet bowl,
 151 They got away . . .
 152
 153 I heard some foot-steps by the front porch door,
 154 so I grabbed my shot-gun from the floor.
 155 Snuck around the house with a huff and a hiss,
 156 saying &quot;Hands up, you communist!&quot;
 157 It was the mailman.
 158 He punched me out.
 159
 160 Well, I quit my job so I could work alone,
 161 got a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes.
 162 Following some clues from my detective bag
 163 I discovered there was red stripes on the American flag!
 164 Did you know about Betsy Ross . . .?
 165
 166 Well, I was sittin' home alone an' I started to sweat,
 167 I figured they wus in my television set.
 168 I peeked behind the picture frame,
 169 Got a shock from my feet that hit my brain.
 170 Them Reds did it!
 171 The ones on Hootenanny!
 172
 173 Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight
 174 When I run outa things to investigate.
 175 I couldn't imagine doing anyhing else,
 176 So now I'm home investigatin' myself!
 177 Hope I don't find out too much . . . Good God!
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