I Shall Be Free Lyrics - The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan

Well, I took me a woman late last night 

I's three-fourths drunk, she looked alright 

'Til started peelin' off her onion-gook 

She took off her wig, an' said, "How do I look?" 

I was high-flyin' 

Bare-naked 

Out the window 

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 

'Cause I got my little lady right by my side 

She's-a tryin' to hide 

Pretendin' she don't know me 

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I's out there paintin' 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 

Well, my telephone rang, it would not stop 

It's President Kennedy callin' 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 

Well, I got a woman four 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 outta bed 

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She's a man-eater 

Meat-grinder 

Bad loser 

Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' 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 

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 the fallout shelter 

I jumped the string-bean 

I jumped the TV dinner 

I jumped the shotgun 

Now, the man on the stand, he wants my vote 

He's a-runnin' for office on a ballot note 

He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple 

Tellin' me he loves all kinds of people 

He's eatin' bagels 

He's eatin' pizza 

He's eatin' chitlins 

Oh, I set me down on the television floor 

I flipped the channel on to number four 

Out of the shower comes a football man 

With a bottle of oil in his hand 

Greasy kid stuff 

But what I want to know, Mr. Football Man 

Is what do you do about Willy Mays? 

Martin Luther King, Oula Tunjee? 

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 

Well, ya 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'll see better days and I'll do better things 

I'll catch dinosaurs 

Make love to Elizabeth Taylor 

Catch hell from Richard Burton