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13 <h1 class="songtitle">Highlands</h1>
16 <p>Words and music by Bob Dylan<br />
17 Released on <a class="recordlink" href="index.htm">Time out of Mind</a> (1997)<br />
18 Tabbed by Eyolf &Oslash;strem</p>
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22 Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and fair
24 Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
25 A E7
26 Bluebells blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow
28 Well my heart's in The Highlands
29 A E7
30 I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go
32 Windows were shaking all night in my dreams
33 Everything was exactly the way that it seems
34 Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page
35 Same old rat race, life in the same old cage
37 I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take
38 Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
39 Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
40 I wish someone'd come and push back the clock for me
42 Well my heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam
43 That's where I'll be when I get called home
44 The wind it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhyme
45 Well my heart's in The Highlands
46 I can only get there one step at a time
48 I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
49 Someone's always yellin' &quot;Turn it down&quot;
50 Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene
51 I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean?
53 Insanity is smashin' up against my soul
54 You could say I was on anything but a roll
55 If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top
56 What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop
58 My heart's in The Highlands at the break of dawn
59 by the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
60 Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low
61 Well my heart's in The Highlands only place left to go
63 I'm in Boston town in some restaurant
64 I got no idea what I want
65 or maybe I do but I'm just really not sure
66 Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her
68 Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around
69 She studies me closely as I sit down
70 She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs
71 I said &quot;Tell me what I want&quot;
72 She say &quot;You probably want hard boiled eggs&quot;
74 I said &quot;That's right, bring me some&quot;
75 She says &quot;We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come&quot;
76 then she says &quot;I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me&quot;
77 I said &quot;I would if I could but
78 I don't do sketches from memory&quot;
80 Well she's?? near she says &quot;I'm right here in front of you or haven't you looked&quot;
81 I say &quot;All right I know but I don't have my drawin' book&quot;
82 She gives me a napkin, she say &quot;You can do it on that&quot;
83 I say &quot;Yes I could but I don't know where my pencil is at&quot;
85 She pulls one out from behind her ear
86 She says &quot;Alright now go ahead draw me I'm stayin' right here&quot;
87 I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
88 Well she takes the napkin and throws it back and says
89 &quot;That don't look a thing like me&quot;
91 I said &quot;Oh kind miss, it most certainly does&quot;
92 She say &quot;You must be joking&quot;, I said &quot;I wish I was&quot;
93 She says &quot;You don't read women authors do ya?&quot;
94 at least that's what I think I hear her say
95 Well I say &quot;How would you know, and what would it matter anyway&quot;
97 Well she says &quot;Ya just don't seem like ya do&quot;, I said &quot;You're way wrong&quot;
98 She says &quot;Which ones have you read then?&quot;, I say &quot;Read Erica Jong&quot;
99 She goes away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my chair
100 I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's goin' anywhere
102 Well my heart's in The Highlands with the horses and hounds
103 way up in the border country far from the towns
104 with the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow
105 My heart's in The Highlands, can't see any other way to go
107 Every day is the same thing, out the door
108 feel further away than ever before
109 Some things in life it just gets too late to learn
110 Well I'm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns
112 I see people in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes
113 They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothes
114 All the young men with the young women lookin' so good
115 Well I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a minute if I could
117 I'm crossin' the street to get away from a mangy dog
118 talkin' to myself in a monologue
119 I think what I need might be a full length leather coat
120 Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to vote
122 The sun is beginnin' to shine on me
123 But it's not like the sun that used to be
124 The party's over and there's less and less to say
125 I got new eyes, everything looks far away
127 Well my heart's in The Highlands at the break of day
128 over the hills and far away
129 There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow
130 Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good enough for now
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133 <hr />
135 <p>*) From a post at r.m.d.:</p>
136 <h4>Highlands source</h4>
138 <p> OK, so the song &ldquo;Highlands&rdquo; contains the line 'My heart's in the<br />
139 highlands.&rdquo; The source of this line (my apologies to all of you who know<br />
140 this already) is a song by Robert Burns. The song was first published in<br />
141 1790, and, like many of Burns's songs, was his own expansion of lines<br />
142 gathered from the folk tradition.</p>
144 <p> In the 1960s, as I recall, the song was somewhat scorned in Scotland. <br />
145 (Andrew Muir can perhaps confirm this.) It was seen as one of Burns's<br />
146 polite, sentimental songs, written for an English audience (as witness its<br />
147 English, not Scottish, vocabulary). In the 1960s, it was the kind of<br />
148 thing which would have been sung by genteel, middle-class, pseudo-Scots<br />
149 entertainers, rather than by the genuine singers of the Scottish folk<br />
150 renaissance. (That is, to get really local, it's a song more likely to<br />
151 have been performed by Kenneth MacKellar than by Archie Fisher &ndash; right,<br />
152 Andy?)</p>
154 <p> Anyway, with these (serious) reservations, here are the lyrics:</p>
156 <p> My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;<br />
157 My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;<br />
158 Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;<br />
159 My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. --</p>
161 <p> Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North;<br />
162 The birth-place of valour, the country of Worth:<br />
163 Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,<br />
164 The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. --</p>
166 <p> Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;<br />
167 Farewell to the Straths and green valleys below;<br />
168 Farewell to the forest and wild-hanging woods;<br />
169 Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. --</p>
171 <p> My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,<br />
172 My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;<br />
173 Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;<br />
174 My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. --</p>
176 <p> Stephen Scobie
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