Bleeker Street Blues
Ramblin' Jack Elliott Lyrics


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Bob, I'm up early
Praying for you
I'd give my Martin
For you to play on

Thinkin' you'd like that
Hang it up in your barn
Take it down off the nail
On the tack room wall

Strum it sweet in the straw
In the broodmare's box stall
Or I'll play rhythm as you blow mouth harp
With the smell of alfalfa, wafting through the dark

Memories of Woody
In the graystone hospital memorial cell
Back when you were a kid and I rang the bell
And Syd Gleason was there with chili and cornbread
And Peter LaFarge, and Dave Van Ronk
My Chevy ran cool though it smelled like a skunk

Ian and Sylvia, Johnny Cash and June Carter
All loved you well
Though none was the smarter

Pete Seeger, a leader
Deferred to your style
Of even hand strumming
And winked a wry smile

And I peeked and I winked
When you done it for me
They accused you of stealing
But I said, "No way!"

Then your triumph collapsed
And your neck was injured
I was not allowed to see you
In your hospital tincture

Right then we were severed from being together
Eight years later we were traveling together
On Rolling Thunder we bashed though the weather
In Northern New England and Quebec's narrow streets

Joni Mitchell hung out
Ronnie Hawkins came by
Gordon Lightfoot took us in one night on the fly
The Maple Leaf Gardens played host to our show
Allen Ginsberg said a poem, Rolling Thunder waved a feather
T-Bone and Roger, Wyeth and Stoner
Bearded Bob drove the semi
And clean Bob drove the bus
Seventy five people made one hell of an us!

One tour led to another like drinks lead to smoke
You've been touring forever
Not much of a home life
Take time out to relax and see where you've been
You've enlighten the world with your songs
Sink or swim

I pray you'll stay with the earth for sometime
You've stummed your song
And you've done earned your dime

Prance lightly, fly careful
But Bob, please take it easy

There's a tent for you in my camp
Beside the calm waters

The world's best doctors can't cure what's been ailing you
Not Freud, not Pasteur, not Eddie Van Halen
You've had it forever and you'll never get rid of it
I've got it too though I tried to hide from it
Sometimes I ride it for better or worse
Time to unsaddle and take a good rest





Later on we'll join Woody and Jerry and Townes
But right now we all need you, so please stick around

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ramblin' Jack Elliott's song Bleeker Street Blues poetically commemorate the relationship between the singer and Bob Dylan. The song is a tribute to Dylan, as the lyrics describe the singer's admiration for Dylan's musicianship and their shared experiences on the road, from playing in barns to touring with Rolling Thunder. The first verse is particularly poignant as it speaks to the singer's desire to give Bob his beloved Martin guitar to play on. The song also references other notable musicians of the time, such as Johnny Cash, June Carter, Pete Seeger, and Woody Guthrie, hinting at the camaraderie between musicians and the shared history of folk music.


Lyrically, the song also touches on the physical and emotional struggles that Dylan faced, from his time in the hospital to his chronic illness. While the singer cannot cure Dylan, he offers a tent by the calm waters as a place of solace and rest. The final lines of the song suggest that the singer and Dylan will join other musicians who have passed on, but for now, it's important for Dylan to stick around.


Overall, Bleeker Street Blues is a reminder of the importance of friendship, shared experiences, and the power of music to connect people.


Line by Line Meaning

Bob, I'm up early
I'm up early thinking of you, Bob


Praying for you
I'm praying for you


I'd give my Martin
I would give my prized guitar


For you to play on
So that you could play it


Thinkin' you'd like that
I think you'd like that


Hang it up in your barn
You could hang it up in your barn


Take it down off the nail
Take it down off the nail where it is hanging


On the tack room wall
On your barn's tack room wall


Strum it sweet in the straw
You could play sweet music in your barn's straw


In the broodmare's box stall
Or even in the broodmare's box stall


Or I'll play rhythm as you blow mouth harp
I could play rhythm on my guitar while you play harmonica


With the smell of alfalfa, wafting through the dark
In the quiet darkness with the smell of alfalfa in the air


Memories of Woody
I remember Woody Guthrie


In the graystone hospital memorial cell
Especially, how we went to see him in the hospital when he was very ill


Back when you were a kid and I rang the bell
It was a long time ago, when you were a kid and I rang the doorbell


And Syd Gleason was there with chili and cornbread
Syd Gleason was there at Woody's with chili and cornbread


And Peter LaFarge, and Dave Van Ronk
Peter LaFarge and Dave Van Ronk were also there


My Chevy ran cool though it smelled like a skunk
My Chevy car's engine was running well but it did smell like a skunk


Ian and Sylvia, Johnny Cash and June Carter
Ian & Sylvia, Johnny Cash and June Carter all liked you


All loved you well
They all really liked you and your music


Though none was the smarter
Although, none of them were necessarily smarter or better than the other


Pete Seeger, a leader
Even Pete Seeger, a musical leader,


Deferred to your style
was impressed with, and followed your unique style of guitar playing


Of even hand strumming
which consisted of even hand strumming patterns


And winked a wry smile
and even gave you a wry smile


And I peeked and I winked
I remember watching


When you done it for me
When you played your guitar for me


They accused you of stealing
Some people accused you of stealing songs


But I said, 'No way!'
But I defended you


Then your triumph collapsed
Suddenly, things took a turn for the worse


And your neck was injured
You suffered a serious neck injury


I was not allowed to see you
I wasn't allowed to see you in the hospital


In your hospital tincture
While you were recovering from your injury


Right then we were severed from being together
At that point, we were separated and couldn't be together


Eight years later we were traveling together
But 8 years later, we were traveling together again


On Rolling Thunder we bashed though the weather
On the Rolling Thunder tour, we traveled through harsh weather


In Northern New England and Quebec's narrow streets
In Northern New England and Quebec's narrow streets


Joni Mitchell hung out
We hung out with Joni Mitchell


Ronnie Hawkins came by
Ronnie Hawkins visited us


Gordon Lightfoot took us in one night on the fly
Gordon Lightfoot let us stay overnight


The Maple Leaf Gardens played host to our show
We performed at the Maple Leaf Gardens


Allen Ginsberg said a poem, Rolling Thunder waved a feather
Allen Ginsberg recited a poem and someone waved a feather to start the show


T-Bone and Roger, Wyeth and Stoner
Several other musicians such as T-Bone, Roger, Wyeth and Stoner


Bearded Bob drove the semi
Bearded Bob drove the semi-truck


And clean Bob drove the bus
Clean-shaven Bob drove the bus


Seventy five people made one hell of an us!
We had a great group of 75 people


One tour led to another like drinks lead to smoke
One tour led to another tour just as one drink typically leads to another


You've been touring forever
You've been touring for a long time


Not much of a home life
You haven't had much of a home life recently


Take time out to relax and see where you've been
Take some time to rest and reflect on your travels and experiences so far


You've enlighten the world with your songs
You've enlightened people in the world with your songs


Sink or swim
Do what you must


I pray you'll stay with the earth for sometime
I hope you stick around on this earth for a while longer


You've stummed your song
You've played your song of life


And you've done earned your dime
And you've earned your fair share of money


Prance lightly, fly careful
Be careful in what you do


But Bob, please take it easy
Bob, please take care


There's a tent for you in my camp
Stay with me, I have a tent for you


Beside the calm waters
We'll be beside the calm water


The world's best doctors can't cure what's been ailing you
The world's top doctors can't cure your ailments


Not Freud, not Pasteur, not Eddie Van Halen
There are no cures to be found in psychoanalysis, microbiology or even guitar legends


You've had it forever and you'll never get rid of it
You've had it for a long time and it will never go away


I've got it too though I tried to hide from it
I have it too, even if I tried to keep it hidden


Sometimes I ride it for better or worse
At times, I handle it gracefully and sometimes not so gracefully


Time to unsaddle and take a good rest
It's time to take a good rest


Later on we'll join Woody and Jerry and Townes
One day, we will be with Woody Guthrie, Jerry Garcia and Townes Van Zandt


But right now we all need you, so please stick around
But for now, we need you, so please stay with us




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