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Artist/Band: Bob Dylan
Lyrics for Song: Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues
Lyrics for Album: Bootleg Series 1-3 [1991]



I saw it advertised one day,

Bear mountain picnic was comin' my way.

"come along 'n' take a trip,

We'll bring you up there on a ship.

Bring the wife and kids

Bring the whole family."

Yippee!



Well, I run right down 'n' bought a ticket

To this bear mountain picnic.

But little did I realize

I was in for a picnic surprise.

Had nothin' to do with mountains.

I didn't even come close to a bear.



Took the wife 'n' kids down to the pier,

Six thousand people there,

Everybody had ticket for the trip.

"oh well." I said, "it's a pretty big ship.

Besides, anyway, the more the merrier."



Well, we all got on 'n' what d'ya think,

That big old boat started t' sink

More people kept a-pilin' on,

That old ship was a-slowly goin' down.

Funny way t' start a picnic.



Well, I soon lost track of m' kids 'n' wife,

So many people there I never saw in m' life

That old ship sinkin' down in the water,

Six thousand people tryin' t' kill each other,

Dogs a-barkin', cats a-meowin',

Women screamin', fists a-flyin', babies cryin',



Cops a-comin', me a-runnin'.

Maybe we just better call off the picnic.



I got shoved down 'n' pushed around,

All I could hear there was a screamin' sound,

Don't remember one thing more,

Just remember walkin' up on a little shore,

Head busted, stomach cracked,

Feet splintered, I was bald, naked. . .

Quite lucky to be alive though.



Feelin' like I climbed outa m' casket,

I grabbed back hold of m' picnic basket.

Took the wife 'n' kids 'n' started home,

Wishin' I'd never got up that morn.



Now, I don't care just what you do,

If you wanta have a picnic, that's up t' you.

But don't tell me about it, I don't wanta hear it,

'cause, see, I just lost all m' picnic spirit.

Stay in m' kitchen, have m' own picnic. . .

In the bathroom.



Now, it don't seem to me quite so funny

What some people are gonna do f'r money.

There's a bran' new gimmick every day

Just t' take somebody's money away.

I think we oughta take some o' these people

And put 'em on a boat, send 'em up to bear mountain . . .

For a picnic.


Album Lyrics: Bootleg Series 1-3 [1991]


Bob Dylan
"Bootleg Series 1-3 [1991]"


1. Angelina
2. Call Letter Blues
3. Catfish
4. Every Grain of Sand
5. Foot Of Pride
6. Golden Loom
7. House Carpenter
8. I'll Keep It With Mine
9. Kingsport Town
10. Let Me Die In My Footsteps
11. Lord Protect My Child
12. Paths Of Victory
13. Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues
14. Wallflower
15. When The Ship Comes In
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