Bob Dylan's New Orleans Rag Paroles

He says, “I know of a woman
That can fix you up fast”
I didn’t think twice
I said like I should
“Let’s go find this lady
That can do me some good”
We walked across the river
On a sailin’ spree
And we came to a door
Called one-oh-three

I was just about ready
To give it a little knock
When out comes a fella
Who couldn’t even walk
He’s linkin’ and a-slinkin’
Couldn’t stand on his feet
And he moaned and he groaned
And he shuffled down the street
Well, out of the door Look in his eyes
Like he just fought a bear
He was ready to die

Well, I peeked through the key crack
Comin’ down the hall
Was a long-legged man
Who couldn’t hardly crawl
He muttered and he uttered
In broken French
And he looked like he’d been through
A monkey wrench

Well, by this time
I was a-scared to knock
I was a-scared to move
I’s in a state of shock
I hummed a little tune
And I shuffled my feet
And I started walkin’ backwards
Down that broad street
Well, I got to the corner
I tried my best to smile
I turned around the corner
And I ran a bloody mile
Man, I wasn’t runnin’
’Cause I was sick
I was just a-runnin’
To get out of there quick

Well, I tripped right along
And I’m a-wheezin’ in my chest
I musta run a mile
In a minute or less
I walked on a log
And I tripped on a stump
I caught a fast freight
With a one-arm jump
So, if you’re travelin’ down
Louisiana way
And you feel kinda lonesome
And you need a place to stay
Man, you’re better off
In your misery
Than to tackle that lady
At one-oh-three