The Cutting Edge 1965-1966: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: Collector's Edition

Title: She's Your Lover Now (take 12, 1/21/1966, rehearsal)
Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: The Cutting Edge 1965-1966: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: Collector's Edition (Track #23)
Duration: 02:51
Label: Columbia

The pawnbroker roared Also, so, so did the landlord The scene was so crazy, wasn't it? Both were so glad To watch me destroy what I had Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it? Why didn't you just leave me if you didn't want to stay? Why'd you have to treat me so bad? Did it have to be that way? Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say Yes, and you, I see you're still with her, well That's fine 'cause she's comin' on so strange, can't you tell? Somebody had better explain She's got her iron chain I'd do it, but I, I just can't remember how You talk to her She's your lover now. I already assumed That we're in the felony room But I ain't a judge, you don't have to be nice to me But please tell that To your friend in the cowboy hat You know he keeps on sayin' ev'rythin' twice to me You know I was straight with you You know I've never tried to change you in any way You know if you didn't want to be with me That you could . . . didn't have to stay. Now you stand here sayin' you forgive and forget. Honey, what can I say? Yes, you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can't you reach? I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech With her picture books of the pyramid And her postcards of Billy the Kid (Why must everybody bow?) You better talk to her 'bout it You're her lover now. Oh, ev'rybody that cares Is goin' up the castle stairs But I'm not up in your castle, honey It's true, I just can't recall San Francisco at all I can't even remember El Paso, uh, honey You never had to be faithful I didn't want you to grieve Oh, why was it so hard for you If you didn't want to be with me, just to leave? Now you stand here while your finger's goin' up my sleeve An' you, just what do you do anyway? Ain't there nothin' you can say? She'll be standin' on the bar soon With a fish head an' a harpoon An' a fake beard plastered on her brow You'd better do somethin' quick She's your lover now.