Bob Dylan - 32-20 blues - unreleased, world gone wrong lyrics

Well, I sent for my baby, man, and she don't come Sent for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure ain't gonna help her none If she gets unruly, thinks she don't want you If she gets unruly and thinks she don't want you Take my .32-20, now, and make her half in two She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a .32-20, make the camp all right If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure ain't gonna help her none Gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun Gonna shoot my pistol, got to shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come Oh, baby, where you stayed last night Ah, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a .32-20 now, and it's a-burning If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come Send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin sure can't help her none Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright Oh, boys, I just can't take my rest Ah, boys, and I just can't take my rest With this .32-20 laying up and down my breast