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Bleeker Street Blues

アーティスト:Ramblin' Jack Elliott  アルバム:Friends Of Mine 

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Bob, I'm up early Praying for you I'd give my Martin For you to play on Thinkin' you'd like that Hang it up in your barn Take it down off the nail On the tack room wall Strum it sweet in the straw In the broodmare's box stall Or I'll play rhythm as you blow mouth harp With the smell of alfalfa, wafting through the dark Memories of Woody In the graystone hospital memorial cell Back when you were a kid and I rang the bell And Syd Gleason was there with chili and cornbread And Peter LaFarge, and Dave Van Ronk My Chevy ran cool though it smelled like a skunk Ian and Sylvia, Johnny Cash and June Carter All loved you well Though none was the smarter Pete Seeger, a leader Deferred to your style Of even hand strumming And winked a wry smile And I peeked and I winked When you done it for me They accused you of stealing But I said, "No way!" Then your triumph collapsed And your neck was injured I was not allowed to see you In your hospital tincture Right then we were severed from being together Eight years later we were traveling together On Rolling Thunder we bashed though the weather In Northern New England and Quebec's narrow streets Joni Mitchell hung out


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