Written by: Bob Dylan

‘Twas a dark day in Dallas - November ‘63The day that will live on in infamyPresident Kennedy was riding highA good day to be living and a good day to dieBeing led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lambSay wait a minute boys, do you know who I am?Of course we do, we know who you areThen they blew off his head when he was still in the carShot down like a dog in broad daylight‘Twas a matter of timing and the timing was rightYou got unpaid debts and we’ve come to collectWe’re gon’ kill you with hatred and without any respectWe’ll mock you and shock you, we’ll grin in your faceWe’ve already got someone here to take your placeThe day that they blew out the brains of the kingThousands were watching, no one saw a thingIt happened so quickly - so quick by surpriseRight there in front of everyone’s eyesGreatest magic trick ever under the sunPerfectly executed, skillfully doneWolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman, howlRub a dub dub – it’s murder most foulHush lil children, you’ll soon understandThe Beatles are coming they’re gonna hold your handSlide down the banister, go get your coatFerry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throatThere’s three bums comin’ all dressed in ragsPick up the pieces and lower the flagsI’m going to Woodstock, it’s the Aquarian AgeThen I’ll go over to Altamont and sit near the stagePut your head out the window, let the good times rollThere’s a party going on behind the grassy knollStack up the bricks and pour the cementDon’t say Dallas don’t love you, Mr. PresidentPut your foot in the tank and step on the gasTry to make it to the triple underpassBlack face singer - white face clownBetter not show your faces after the sun goes downI’m in the red-light district like a cop on the beatLiving in a nightmare on Elm StreetWhen you’re down on Deep Ellum put your money in your shoeDon’t ask what your country can do for youCash on the barrel head, money to burnDealey Plaza, make a left hand turnGo down to the crossroads, try to flag a rideThat’s the place where Faith, Hope and Charity diedShoot ‘em while he runs, boy, shoot ‘em while you canSee if you can shoot the Invisible ManGoodbye, Charlie, goodbye Uncle Sam Frankly, Miss Scarlet, I don’t give a damnWhat is the truth and where did it goAsk Oswald and Ruby - they oughta knowShut your mouth, says the wise old owlBusiness is business and it’s murder most foulTommy can you hear me, I’m the Acid QueenI’m ridin’ in a long black Lincoln limousineRidin’ in the back seat, next to my wifeHeading straight on into the afterlifeI’m leaning to the left, got my head in her lapOh Lord, I’ve been led into some kind of a trapWe ask no quarter, no quarter do we giveWe’re right down the street from the street where you liveThey mutilated his body and took out his brainWhat more could they do, they piled on the painBut his soul was not there where it was supposed to be atFor the last fifty years they’ve been searching for thatFreedom, oh freedom, freedom over meHate to tell you, Mister, but only dead men are freeSend me some loving - tell me no lieThrow the gun in the gutter and walk on byWake up, Little Suzie, let’s go for a driveCross the Trinity River, let’s keep hope aliveTurn the radio on, don’t touch the dialsParkland Hospital’s only six more milesYou got me dizzy Miss Lizzy, you filled me with leadThat magic bullet of yours has gone to my headI’m just a patsy like Patsy ClineI never shot anyone from in front or behindGot blood in my eyes, got blood in my earI’m never gonna make it to the New FrontierZapruder’s film, I’ve seen that beforeSeen it thirty three times, maybe moreIt’s vile and deceitful - it’s cruel and it’s meanUgliest thing that you ever have seenThey killed him once, they killed him twiceKilled him like a human sacrificeThe day that they killed him, someone said to me, “Son, The age of the anti-Christ has just only begun.”Air Force One coming in through the gateJohnson sworn in at two thirty-eightLet me know when you decide to throw in the towelIt is what it is and it’s murder most foulWhat’s New Pussycat - wha’d I sayI said the soul of a nation been torn awayIt’s beginning to go down into a slow decayAnd that it’s thirty-six hours past judgment dayWolfman Jack, he’s speaking in tonguesHe’s going on and on at the top of his lungsPlay me a song, Mr. Wolfman JackPlay it for me in my long CadillacPlay that Only The Good Die YoungTake me to the place where Tom Dooley was hungPlay St. James Infirmary in the court of King JamesIf you want to remember, better write down the namesPlay Etta James too, play I’d Rather Go BlindPlay it for the man with the telepathic mindPlay John Lee Hooker play Scratch My BackPlay it for that strip club owner named JackGuitar Slim - Goin’ Down SlowPlay it for me and for Marilyn MonroeAnd please, Don’t Let Me Be MisunderstoodPlay it for the First Lady, she ain’t feeling that goodPlay Don Henley - play Glenn FreyTake it to the Limit and let it go byAnd play it for Carl Wilson, tooLookin’ far, far away down Gower AvenuePlay Tragedy, play Twilight TimeTake Me Back to Tulsa to the scene of the crimePlay another one and Another One Bites the DustPlay the Old Rugged Cross and in G-d We TrustRide the Pink Horse down that Long, Lonesome RoadStand there and wait for his head to explodePlay Mystery Train for Mr. MysteryThe man who fell down dead, like a rootless treePlay it for the Reverend, play it for the PastorPlay it for the dog that’s got no masterPlay Oscar Peterson and play Stan GetzPlay Blue Sky, play Dickie BettsPlay Art Pepper, play Thelonious MonkCharlie Parker and all that junkAll that junk and All That JazzPlay something for The Birdman of AlcatrazPlay Buster Keaton play Harold LloydPlay Bugsy Siegel play Pretty Boy FloydPlay all the numbers, play all the oddsPlay Cry Me A River for the Lord of the GodsPlay number nine, play number sixPlay it for Lindsey and Stevie NicksPlay Nat King Cole, play Nature BoyPlay Down in the Boondocks for Terry MalloyPlay It Happened One Night and One Night of SinThere’s twelve million souls that are listening inPlay the Merchant of Venice, play the merchants of deathPlay Stella by Starlight for Lady MacbethDon’t worry Mr. President, help’s on the wayYour brothers are comin’, there’ll be hell to payBrothers? What brothers? What’s this about hell?Tell ‘em we’re waitin’- keep coming - we’ll get ‘em as wellLove Field is where his plane touched downBut it never did get back up off of the groundWas a hard act to follow, second to noneThey killed him on the Altar of the Rising SunPlay Misty for me and that Old Devil MoonPlay Anything Goes and Memphis in JunePlay Lonely at the Top and Lonely Are the BravePlay it for Houdini spinning around in his grave Play Jelly Roll Morton, play LucillePlay Deep in a Dream and play Drivin’ Wheel Play Moonlight Sonata in F sharpAnd Key to the Highway by the king of the harpPlay Marchin’ Through Georgia and Dumbarton’s DrumsPlay Darkness and death will come when it comesPlay Love Me or Leave Me by the great Bud PowellPlay the Blood Stained Banner - play Murder Most Foul

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