Bob Dylan - Motorpsycho Nightmare lyrics

I pounded on a farmhouse Lookin' for a place to stay I was mighty, mighty tired I had come a long, long way I said, "Hey, hey, in there Is there anybody home ? I was standin' on the steps Feelin' must 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 co*ked his rifle And began to shout "You're that travelin' salesman That I have heard about"v 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 He said "I guess, you're tired" He said, kinds sly I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles Today I drove" He said, "I got a bed for you Underneath the stove Just one condition You got 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 I've been through this movie 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 Castrov I think you heard me right" And I 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 k** me If I don't get out of the door In two seconds flat "Your 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 chrashed 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 sky He wants to turn me in To the FBI Me, I romp and stomping Thankful as a romp Without freedom of speech I might be in the swamp.