Motorpsycho Nitemare

Motorpsycho Nitemare - Bob Dylan

Written by：Bob Dylan

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' most alone

When 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

Are you 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

He said I guess you're tired

He said it kind of 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 can go to sleep right now

That you don't touch my daughter

And in the morning milk the cows

I was sleeping 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 did not 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

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 I ducked as he swung

At me with all his might

Rita mumbled something

'Bout her mother on the hill

As his fist it 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

And 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 at 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 stompings

Thankful as I romp

Without freedom of speech

I might be in the swamp