Bob Newhart - Abe Lincoln vs. Madison Avenue Lyrics

Dylan BobMiscellaneousBob Dylan's New Orleans Ragby Bob DylanI was sittin' on a stumpDown in New Orleans,I was feelin' kinda low down,Dirty and mean.Along came a fellaAnd he didn't even ask.He says, "I know of a womanThat can fix you up fast."I didn't think twice,I said like I should,"Let's go find this ladyThat can do me some good."We walked across the riverOn a sailin' spreeAnd we came to a doorCalled one-oh-three.I was just about readyTo give it a little knockWhen out comes a fellaWho couldn't even walk.He's linkin' and a-slinkin',Couldn't stand on his feet,And he moaned and he groanedAnd he shuffled down the street.Well, out of the doorThere comes another man.He wiggled and he wobbled,He couldn't hardly stand.He had this frightenedLook in his eyes,Like he just fought a bear,He was ready to die.Well, I peeked through the key crack,Comin' down the hallWas a long-legged manWho couldn't hardly crawl.He muttered and he utteredIn broken French,And he looked like he'd been throughA monkey wrench.Well, by this timeI was a-scared to knock,I was a-scared to move,I's in a state of shock.I hummed a little tuneAnd I shuffled my feetAnd I started walkin' backwardsDown that broad street.Well, I got to the corner,I tried my best to smile.I turned around the cornerAnd I ran a bloody mile.Man, I wasn't runnin''Cause I was sick,I was just a-runnin'To get out of there quick.Well, I tripped right alongAnd I'm a-wheezin' in my chest.I musta run a mileIn a minute or less.I walked on a logAnd I tripped on a stump,I caught a fast freightWith a one-arm jump.So, if you're travelin' downLouisiana way,And you feel kinda lonesomeAnd you need a place to stay,Man, you're better offIn your miseryThan to tackle that ladyAt one-oh-three.