Roger McGuinn is the gentleman
we're really pleased to have here.
This is a party, by the way. Exactly.
That's the whole point of these things.
WLIR is the radio station.
My name is Paul Robinson.
We do these things as often
It's just that you've got to get
just looking for a good excuse
That's exactly where it's at.
We call them living room concerts.
And we hope this is definitely a
It's not for real living room
I've been to some radio stations
but they're really they don't really do it. know,
let me just come out singing
Everything went from bad to worse,
money never changed a thing
You kept following track in this town,
at least I heard your bluebird sing
I know that you're long gone,
I guess it must be up to me
If I had thought about it,
I never would have done it
I guess I would have let it slide
by what others were thinking
This heart inside of me would have died
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed
Well, someone had to reach for the rising star
The Union Central is pulling out,
and the orchids are in bloom
I've only got me one good shirt left,
and it smells like St. Perkins
In fourteen months, I've only smelled once,
I didn't do it consciously
Somebody had to find you a trim,
It was like a revelation,
when you betrayed me with your touch
I had just about convinced myself,
that nothing had changed that much
The old rounder in the iron mask,
he slipped me the master key
I watched you slowly disappear
down into the officer's club
I would have followed you in the dark
but I didn't have my ticket stuff
So I waited all night long till I'd of day,
hoping one of us could get free
When the dawn came over the river bridge,
The only decent thing I did
was when I worked as a postal clerk
I was to haul your pictures
near that cage where I used to work
I was a fool not to try to
You looked a little burned out, my friend
We heard the sermon on the map
And I knew it was too complex
It didn't amount to anything more
Well, somebody had to tell the tale
Well, Dupree came in pimpin' tonight
Crystal wanted to talk to him
I had to look the other way
I just can't live without your love
If she ain't a girl to cross that line,
I guess I must be half dumb, hey
There's a note left in the bottle,
you can give it to Estelle
well there's really nothing to tell
We've both heard voices for a while,
So go on boys and play your hand,
The ringleader's at the county seat,
so you don't have all that much time
And that girl with me, behind the shades,
Well, one of us better hit the road,
I guess it must be up to me
And if we never meet again,
And my long guitar played sweet for you,
And that rickety dagger around my neck,
Well, nobody else could play that tune
because it was out of tune
Dylan has not recorded that
except me you're the first well
Dylan and I are fairly close
and we've done a lot for each other
yeah I'm rolling thunder mm -hmm
