VD Gunner's Blues

V D Gunner's Blues (Live) - Bob Dylan

Landlady hey landlady

Push your window high

Landlady hey landlady

Push up your window screen

Well I've come to kill that woman

That give me the old VD

Quit your beatin' stop your bangin'

Quit kickin' up around my door

Quit your beatin' stop your bangin'

Quit kickin' up around my door

Well that woman who give you the VD

She don't live here no more

Landlady landlady

You're tellin' me a lie

Landlady landlady

Tellin' me a lie

There's a dose of hot lead

To stop your lyin' tongue

Blow your whistle policeman

My poor feet are bound to run

Blow your whistle policeman

My poor feet are bound to run

But I won't stop my runnin'

Till I get that VD woman with my gun

I can hear your bullets slingin'

Sweet bullets from your deputy's gun

I can hear them slingin' past me

Sweet bullets from that deputy's gun

From this hole in my back

I can feel my heart-blood run