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Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

Bob Dylan © 1965 Warner Bros. Music, renewed 1993 Special Rider Music

(Official lyrics @

14 Jan 1695

  Bringing It All Back Home session 1 - 13.jan.1965, take 1, fragment!  
  Bringing It All Back Home session 1 - 13.jan.1965, take 2  
  Bringing It All Back Home session 2 - 14.jan.1965, take 2  

I was riding on the Mayflower when i thought i spied some land
I yelled for captain Arab, i have you understand
Who came running to the deck, said, ''Boys forget the whale,
Look on over yonder, cut the engines, change the sail.
''Haul on the bow line'', we sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea.

''I think i call it America'', i said as we hit land
I took a deep breath, i fell down, i could not stand
Captain Arab he started writing up some deeds
He said, ''Let's set up a fort [right here/] an' start buyin' the place with beads.''
Just then this cop comes down the street, crazy as a loon
An' throws us all in jail for carryin' harpoons.

Ah me i busted out, don't even ask me how
I went to get some help, i walked by a Guernsey cow
Who directed me down to the Bowery slums
Where people carried signs around, sayin', ''Ban the bums''
I jumped right into line, sayin', ''I hope that i'm not late.''
When i realized i hadn't eaten for five days straight.

I went into a restaurant lookin' for the cook
I told him i was the editor of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome, he wore a powder blue cap
I ordered some suzette, i said, ''Could you please make that crepe''
Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boiling fat
Food was flying everywhere, i left without my hat.

Now i didn't mean to be nosy but i went into a bank
To get some bail for Arab an' all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for [/some] collateral an' i pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley when up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house, i went but she had a friend
Who knocked me out an' robbed my boots an' i was on the street again.

Then i rapped upon a house with the U.S. flag upon display
I said could you help me out, i got some friends down the way
The man said, ''Get out of here, i'll tear you limb from limb''
I said, ''You know they refused jesus too'', he said, ''You're not him,
Get out of here before i break your bones, i ain't your pope.''
I decided to have him arrested an' i went lookin' for a cop.

[Well/] I ran right outside [and/] i hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door, this englishman said ''Fab!''
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand an' a chariot that stood
Parked across a building advertising brotherhood
I ran right thru the front door like a hobo sailor does
But it was just the funeral parlor an' the man asked me who i was.

I repeated that my friends were all in jail, with a sigh
He gave his card, he said, ''Call me if they die.''
I shook his hand and said goodbye ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road an' knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing, it just about blew my mind
When i picked it up and said, ''Hello'', this foot came thru the line.

Well by this time i's fed up at tryin' to make a stab
At bringing back [some/any] help for my friends an' captain Arab
I decided to flip a coin like either heads or tails
Would let me know if i should go back to the ship or back to jail
So i hocked my sailor's suit an' i got a coin to flip
It came up tails, it rhymed with sails so i made it back to the ship.

Well i got back an' took the parking ticket off the mast
I was rippin' it to shreds when this coast guard boat went past
They ask me my name an' i said, ''Captain Kidd''
They believed me but they wanted to know what exactly that i did
I said for the pope of Eruke, i was employed
They let me go right away, they were very paranoid.

Well the last i heard of Arab, he was stuck on the whale
That was married to the deputy sherif of the jail
But the funniest thing was when i was leaving the bay
I saw three ships a-sailing [and/] they were all headin' my way
I asked the captain what is name was an' how come he didn't drive a truck
He said his name was Colombus, i just said, ''Good luck.''  up

 Recording dates & record list

13 Jan 1965 THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12 THE CUTTING EDGE (DeLuxe Edition)
19 Oct 1988 BUFFALO SKINNERS (b)