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"I Shall Be Free" is a track by Bob Dylan, from the album The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, released 27th May 1963. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Verse 1] Well, I took me a woman late last night I’s three-fourths drunk, she looked alright 'Til she started peeling off her onion gook Took off her wig, said, “How do I look?" I's high-flying, bare-naked Out the window [Verse 2] Well, sometimes I might get drunk Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk Don’t hurt me none, it don’t hurt my pride Because I got my little lady right by my side She's a-tryin' to hide, pretendin' she don't know me [Verse 3] I’s out there painting on the old woodshed When a can of black paint, it fell on my head I went down to scrub and rub But I had to sit in back of the tub Cost a quarter Half-price [Verse 4] Well, my telephone rang, it would not stop It’s President Kennedy calling me up He said, “My friend, Bob What do we need to make the country grow?” I said, “My friend, John; Brigitte Bardot Anita Ekberg Sophia Loren” Country'll grow [Verse 5] Well, I got a woman, five feet short She yells and hollers and screams and snorts She tickles my nose, pats me on the head Rolls me over and kicks me out of bed She’s a man-eater, meat-grinder, bad loser [Verse 6] Oh, there ain't no use in me working all the time I got a woman who works herself blind Works up to her britches, up to her neck Writes me letters and sends me checks She’s a humdinger, folk singer [Verse 7] Late one day in the middle of the week Eyes were closed, I was half asleep I chased me a woman up the hill Right in the middle of an air-raid drill I jumped a fallout shelter I jumped a string bean I jumped a TV dinner I jumped a shotgun [Verse 8] Now, the man on the stand, he wants my vote He’s a-running for office on the ballot note He’s out there preaching in front of the steeple Telling me he loves all kinds of people He’s eatin' bagels He’s eatin' pizza He’s eatin' chitlins Ooh [Verse 9] Oh, set me down on a television floor I’ll flip the channel to number four Out of the shower comes a football man With a bottle of oil in his hand Greasy kid stuff What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is What do you do about Willie Mays Martin Luther King Olatunji Whoa-ho [Verse 10] Well, the funniest woman I ever seen Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean She takes about fifteen baths a day Wants me to grow a mustache on my face She’s insane [Verse 11] Well, they ask me why I’m drunk all the time It levels my head and eases my mind I just walk along and stroll and sing I see better days and I do better things I catch dinosaurs Make love to Elizabeth Taylor Catch hell from Richard Burton
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