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Ballad Of Donald White 1

Bob Dylan © 1962, 1972 Warner Bros. Music

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)


Mar 1962
cd imgI WAS SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN Vol. 1 (Ten Million In A Week) (T-676)

  Cynthia Gooding's Apartment, NYC - 16.feb.1962 or march 1962   

My name is Donald White you see, i stand before you all
I was judged by you a murderer, the hangman's knot must fall
I will die upon the gallows pole, when the moon is bright an' clear
An' these are my final words that you will ever hear.

Oh, i left my home in Kansas when i was very young
I landed in the old north west, Seattle, Washington
Although i'd traveled many miles i never made a friend
For i never got along in life with people that i have met.

If i had some education to give me a decent start
I might have been a doctor or a master in the arts
But i used my hands for stealing when i was very young
An' they locked me down in jailhouse cells, that's how my life begun.

Oh, the inmates an' the prisoners i found they were my kind
An' it was there inside the bars, i found my peace of mind
But the jails were overcrowded, institutions overflowed
So they set me loose to walk upon life's hurried tangled road.

An' there's danger on the ocean where the salt sea waves split high
An' there's danger on the battlefield where the shells of bullets fly
An' there's danger in this open world where man starve to be free
For me the greatest danger was in society.

So i asked them to send me back to the institution home
But they said they were too crowded, for me they had no room
I got down on my knees an' begged, "Oh please put me away''
But they would not listen to my plea or nothin' i would say.

An' so it was on Christmas eve in the year of '59
It was on that night i killed a man, i did not try to hide
The jury found me guilty an' i don't disagree
For i knew what it would happen if i wasn't put away.

And i'm glad i've had no parents to .... for me or cry
For now they will never know the horrible death that i die
An' i'm also glad i've had no friends to see me in disgrace
For they'll never see that hangman's hood wrap around my face.

Farewell to all you ... to the old north woods which i used to roam
Farewell to the crowded bars which have been my home
Farewell to all you people that think the worst of me
I guess you minds will be at ease when i'm on that hangin' tree.

But there's just one more question before they kill me dead
I'm wonderin' just how much to you i really said
Concernin' all the boys that walk a road just like me
Are they enemies or victims of your society?

My name is Donald White you see, i stand before you now
I was judged by you a murderer, the hangman's knot must fall
I will die upon the gallows pole, when the moon is bright an' clear
An' these are my final words that you will ever hear.  up
    

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Ballad Of Donald White 2


May 1962
cd imgTHE ROAR OF A WAVE (T-966)
cd imgBROADSIDE (T-441)
cd imgALL HALLOW'S EVE & MORE (T-067)
cd imgBLIND BOY GRUNT (vinyl bootleg)
cd imgGWW A THOUSAND MILES BEHIND (vinyl bootleg)

  Broadside show, WBAI FM radio NYC, may 1962  

My name is Donald White you see, i stand before you all
I was judged by you a murderer, the hangman's knot must fall
I will die upon the gallows pole, when the moon is bright an' clear
An' these are my final words that you will ever hear.

If i had some education to give me a decent start
I might have been a doctor or a master in the arts
But i used my hands for stealin' when i was very young
An' they locked me down in jailhouse cells, that's how my life begun.

Oh the inmates an' the prisoners i found they were my kind
It was there inside the bars, i found my peace of mind
But the jails they were too crowded, institutions overflowed
So they set me loose to walk upon life's hurried tangled road.

An' there's danger on the ocean where the salt sea waves split high
An' there's danger on the battlefield where the shells of bullets fly
An' there's danger in this open world where man fight to be free
An' for me the greatest danger was in society.

So i asked them to send me back to the institution home
But they said they were too crowded, for me they had no room
I got down on my knees an' begged, "Oh please put me away''
But they would not listen to my plea or nothin' i would say.

An' so it was on christmas eve in the year of '59
It was on that night i killed a man, i did not try to hide
The jury found me guilty an' i don't disagree
For i knew what would happen if i wasn't put away.

But i'm glad i've had no parents to care for me an' cry
For now they will never know the horrible death that i die
An' i'm also glad i've had no friends to see me in disgrace
For they'll never see that hangman's hood wrap around my face.

Farewell to the old north woods which i used to roam
Farewell to the crowded bars which have been my home
Farewell to all you people that think the worst of me
I guess you'll feel much better when i'm on that hangin' tree.

But there's just one more question before they kill me dead
I'm wonderin' just how much to you i really said
Concernin all the boys that walk a road just like me
Are they enemies or victims of your society?  up
    

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Ballad Of Donald White 3


Sep 1962
cd imgTHE 50TH ANNIVERSARY COLLECTION
cd imgTHE MCKENZIE TAPES - HOME RECORDINGS 1961-62
cd imgGENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 3 The Third One Now (T-636)
cd imgI WAS SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN Vol. 3 (Do It The Old Way!) (T-676)

  Second McKenzie tape, part 1, Home of Eve and Mac McKenzie, NYC - 20.sep.1962  

My name is Donald White you see, i stand before you all.
I was judged by you a murderer, the hangman's knot must fall
I 'll die upon the gallows pole, when the moon is shine an' clear
An' these are my final words that you will ever hear.

If i had some education to give me a decent start
I might have been a doctor or a master in the arts
But i used my hands for stealin' when i was very young
An' they locked me down in jailhouse cells, that's how my life begun.

Oh the inmates an' the prisoners, i found they were my kind
An' it was there inside the bars, i found my peace of mind
But the jails they were too crowded, institutions overflowed
So they turn me loose to walk upon life's hurried tangled road.

An' there's danger on the ocean where the salt sea waves split high
An' there's danger on the battlefield where the shells of bullets fly
An' there's danger in this open world where man starve to be free
An' for me the greatest danger was in society.

So i asked them to send me back to the institution home
But they said they were too crowded, for me they had no room
I got down on my knees an' begged, "Oh please put me away''
But they would not listen to my plea or nothin' i would say.

An' so it was on Christmas eve in the year of '59
It was on that night i killed a man, i did not try to hide
The jury found me guilty an' i don't disagree
For i knew that it would happen if i wasn't put away.

I'm glad i've had no parents to care for me an' cry
For now they will never know the hangin' death that i die
An' i'm also glad i've had no friends to see me in disgrace
For they'll never see that hangman's hood wrap around my face.

Farewell to the old north woods which i used to roam
Farewell to the crowded bars which have been my home
Farewell to all you people that think the worst of me
I guess your minds will be at ease when i'm on that hangin' tree.

There's just one more question before they kill me dead
I'm wonderin' just how much to you i really said
Concernin' all the boys that walk a road just like me
Are they enemies or victims of your society?  up
    

 Recording dates & record list

Mar 1962 1 I WAS SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN Vol. 1 (Ten Million In A Week) (b)
May 1962 2 THE ROAR OF A WAVE (b)
BROADSIDE (b)
ALL HALLOW'S EVE & MORE (b)
BLIND BOY GRUNT (vb)
GWW A THOUSAND MILES BEHIND (vb)
Sep 1962 3 THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY COLLECTION
THE MCKENZIE TAPES - HOME RECORDINGS 1961-62
GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 3 The Third One Now (b)
I WAS SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN Vol. 3 (Do It The Old Way!) (b)