One of my faves is The John Birch Society......
Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues [Outtake]
/ Bob Dylan
(Bob Dylan)
Copyright 1970 Special Rider Music
Also known as: "Talking John Birch" (as first published in Broadside #1,
February 1962), "Talkin' John Birch Society Blues" (as on some very early
copies of "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan"), "Talkin' John Birch Blues" (as
introduced 26 October 1963), "Talking John Birch Paranoid Blues".
CDROM attribution:
Copyright 1970, 1973
Special Rider Music
Source: "Freewheelin' Bob Dylan" outtake.
The real John Birch was a headstrong army Captain killed on a Chinese
hillside in 1945.
George Lincoln Rockwell was the leader of the American Nazi party.
Well, I was feelin' lowdown and blue,
I didn't know what in the world I wus gonna do,
Them Communists they were comin' around,
They wus in the air,
They were all over the ground.
They wouldn't gimme no peace...
Well I run down most hurriedly
And joined the John Birch Society,
I got me a secret membership card
And started walkin' off down the road.
Oh boy, I'm a real John Bircher now!
Look out you Commies!
Well, we all agree with Hitlers' views,
Although he killed six million Jews.
It don't matter too much if he was a Fascist,
At least you can't say he was a Communist!
That's to say like if you got a cold take a shot of malaria.
Well, I wus lookin' everywhere for them Reds.
I got up in the mornin' I looked under my bed,
Looked in the stove, behind the door,
Looked in the glove compartment of my car.
Couldn't find 'em...
Well, I looked underneath everything, behind the chair
Lookin' for them reds everywhere.
I even looked up my chimney hole,
I even looked down deep inside my toilet bowl.
They got away...
Well, I wus home alone I started to sweat,
I figured they wus inside my T.V. set.
Peeked behind the picture frame,
Got a shock from my feet right up to my brain.
Them Reds caused it!
I know they did...them hard-core ones.
Well, I quit my job so I could work all alone,
Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes.
Followed some clues from my detective bag
I discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!
Ol' Betty Ross...
I investigated all the books in the library,
Ninety percent of those gotta be thrown away.
I investigated all the people that I knowed,
Ninety-eight percent of them've gotta go.
The other two percent are fellow Birchers...just like me.
Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian spy,
Roosevelt, Lincoln and that Jefferson guy.
To my knowledge there's just one man
That's really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell.
I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus.
Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight
When I run outa things to investigate.
Couldn't imagine anything else,
So now you'll find me at home investigatin' myself!
Hope I don't find out nothin'...good God!
Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues [The Bootleg Series]
/ Bob Dylan
(Bob Dylan)
Copyright 1970 Special Rider Music
Also known as: "Talking John Birch" (as first published in Broadside #1,
February 1962), "Talkin' John Birch Society Blues" (as on some very early
copies of "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan"), "Talkin' John Birch Blues" (as
introduced 26 October 1963), "Talking John Birch Paranoid Blues".
CDROM attribution:
Copyright 1970, 1973
Special Rider Music
Source: 26 October 1963, Carnegie Hall, New York City, New York
Released on "The Bootleg Series, Volumes 1-3 [Rare And Unreleased]", 26
March 1991
The real John Birch was a headstrong army Captain killed on a Chinese
hillside in 1945.
George Lincoln Rockwell was the leader of the American Nazi party.
Dylan: "This is called Talkin' John Birch Blues". And there ain't nothin'
wrong with this song."
Well, I was feelin' sad and kind of blue,
I didn't know what I wus a-gonna do.
The Communists wus a-comin' around,
They wus in the air,
They wus on the ground.
They wus all over ...
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined the John Birch Society.
Got me a secret membership card
And went back home to the yard
Started lookin' on the side-walk
Under the hedges ...
Well, I got up in the mornin' 'n' looked under my bed,
I wus lookin' every place for them gol-darned Reds.
Looked behind the sink and under the floor
Looked in the glove compartment of my car.
Couldn't find any ...
Looked behind the clothes, behind the chair
Lookin' for them Reds everywhere,
Looked up my chimney hole,
Even deep down inside my toilet bowl.
They got away ...
I heard some footsteps by the front porch door
So I grabbed my shot gun from the floor
Snuck around the house with a huff and a hiss
Sayin' "Hands up, you Communist!"
It was the mailman.
He punched me out ...
Well, I wus sittin' home alone an' I started to sweat,
I figured they wus in my TV set.
I peeked behind the picture frame,
Got a shock from my feet, that hit my brain.
Them Reds did it! ... Hootenanny television!
Well, I quit my job so I could work alone,
Got a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes.
Followed some clues from my detective bag
I discovered red stripes on the American Flag!
Betsy Ross ...
Now, Eisenhower he's a Russian spy,
Lincoln and Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy.
To my knowledge there's just one man
That's really an' truly an American: that's George Lincoln Rockwell.
I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus.
Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight
When I run outa things to investigate.
I couldn't imagine nothin' else,
So now I'm home investigatin' myself!
Hope I don't find out too much ... good God!
Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues [Lyrics 1962-1985]
/ Bob Dylan
(Bob Dylan)
Copyright 1970 Special Rider Music
Also known as: "Talking John Birch" (as first published in Broadside #1,
February 1962), "Talkin' John Birch Society Blues" (as on some very early
copies of "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan"), "Talkin' John Birch Blues" (as
introduced 26 October 1963), "Talking John Birch Paranoid Blues".
CDROM attribution:
Copyright 1970, 1973
Special Rider Music
Source: "Lyrics 1962-1985"; "Highway 61 Interactive" CDROM, 1995 (contains
two minor word differences as compared to "Lyrics..").
The real John Birch was a headstrong army Captain killed on a Chinese
hillside in 1945.
George Lincoln Rockwell was the leader of the American Nazi party.
Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue,
I didn't know what in the world I wus gonna do,
Them Communists they wus comin' around,
They wus in the air,
They wus on the ground.
They wouldn't gimme no peace...
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John Birch Society,
I got me a secret membership card
And started off a-walkin' down the road.
Yee-hoo, I'm a real John Bircher now!
Look out you Commies!
Now we all agree with Hitlers' views,
Although he killed six million Jews.
It don't matter too much that he was a Fascist,
At least you can't say he was a Communist!
That's to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria.
Well, I wus lookin' everywhere for them gol-darned Reds.
I got up in the mornin' 'n' looked under my bed,
Looked in the sink, behind the door,
Looked in the glove compartment of my car.
Couldn't find 'em...
I wus lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere,
I wus lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair.
I looked way up my chimney hole,
I even looked deep down inside my toilet bowl.
They got away...
Well, I wus sittin' home alone an' started to sweat,
Figured they wus in my T.V. set.
Peeked behind the picture frame,
Got a shock from my feet, hittin' right up in the brain.
Them Reds caused it!
I know they did...them hard-core ones.
Well, I quit my job so I could work alone,
Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes.
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!
That ol' Betty Ross...
Well, I investigated all the books in the library,
Ninety percent of 'em gotta be burned away.
I investigated all the people that I knowed,
Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go.
The other two percent are fellow Birchers...just like me.
Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian spy,
Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy.
To my knowledge there's just one man
That's really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell.
I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus.
Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight
When I run outa things to investigate.
Couldn't imagine doin' anything else,
So now I'm sittin' home investigatin' myself!
Hope I don't find out anything...hmm, great God!
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