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From Bob Dylan's album: Another Side of Bob Dylan

I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin^, for a place to stay.
I was mighty, mighty tired,
I had gone a long, long way.
I said, "Hey, hey, in there,
Is there anybody home?"
I was standin^, on the steps
Feelin^, most alone.
Well, out comes a farmer,
He must have thought that I was nuts.
He immediately looked at me
And stuck a gun into my guts.

I fell down
To my bended knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don^,t shoot me, please!"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout,
"You^,re that travelin^, salesman
That I have heard about."
I said, "No! No! No!
I^,m a doctor and it^,s true,
I^,m a clean-cut kid
And I been to college, too."

Then in comes his daughter
Whose name was Rita.
She looked like she stepped out of
La Dolce Vita.
I immediately tried to cool it
With her dad,
And told him what a
Nice, pretty farm he had.
He said, "What do doctors
Know about farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well."

Well, by the dirt ^,neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn^,t lie.
"I guess you^,re tired,"
He said, kinda sly.
I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles
Today I drove."
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove.
Just one condition
And you go to sleep right now,
That you don^,t touch my daughter
And in the morning, milk the cow."

I was sleepin^, like a rat
When I heard something jerkin^,.
There stood Rita
Lookin^, just like Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you like to take a shower?
I^,ll show you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no! no!
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I^,ve been through this before."
I knew I had to split
But I didn^,t know how,
When she said,
"Would you like to take that shower, now?"

Well, I couldn^,t leave
Unless the old man chased me out,
^,Cause I^,d already promised
That I^,d milk his cows.
I had to say something
To strike him very weird,
So I yelled out,
"I like Fidel Castro and his beard."
Rita looked offended
But she got out of the way,
As he came charging down the stairs
Sayin^,, "What^,s that I heard you say?"

I said, "I like Fidel Castro,
I think you heard me right,"
And ducked as he swung
At me with all his might.
Rita mumbled something
^,Bout her mother on the hill,
As his fist hit the icebox,
He said he^,s going to kill me
If I don^,t get out the door
In two seconds flat,
"You unpatriotic,
Rotten doctor Commie rat."

Well, he threw a Reader^,s Digest
At my head and I did run,
I did a somersault
As I seen him get his gun
And crashed through the window
At a hundred miles an hour,
And landed fully blast
In his garden flowers.
Rita said, "Come back!"
As he started to load
The sun was comin^, up
And I was runnin^, down the road.

Well, I don^,t figure I^,ll be back
There for a spell,
Even though Rita moved away
And got a job in a motel.
He still waits for me,
Constant, on the sly.
He wants to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and stomp,
Thankful as I romp,
Without freedom of speech,
I might be in the swamp.
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