Motorpsycho Nightmare lyrics

by Bob Dylan

I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin` for a place to stay.
I was mighty, mighty tired,
I had gone a long, long way.
I said, `Hey, hey, in there,
Is there anybody home?`
I was standin` on the steps
Feelin` most 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 cocked his rifle
And began to shout,
`You`re that travelin` salesman
That I have heard about.`
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.
`I guess you`re tired,`
He said, kinda sly.
I said, `Yes, ten thousand miles
Today I drove.`
He said, `I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove.
Just one condition
And you go 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 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 Castro,
I think you heard me right,`
And 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 kill me
If I don`t get out the door
In two seconds flat,
`You 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 crashed 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 sly.
He wants to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and stomp,
Thankful as I romp,
Without freedom of speech,
I might be in the swamp.
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