G
I pounded on a farmhouse lookin' for a place to stay
I was mighty, mighty tired I had come a long, long way
C
I said "Hey hey in there is there anybody home?"
G
I was standin' on the steps feelin' most alone
D
When out comes a farmer he must have thought that I was nuts
G
He immediately looked at me and stuck a gun into my guts
G
I fell down to my bended knees
Saying "I dig farmers don't shoot me, please"
C
He cocked his rifle and began to shout
G
"Are you that travelin' salesman that I have heard about?"
D
I said "No, no, no I'm a doctor and it's true
G
I'm a clean-cut kid and I been to college too"
G
Then in comes his daughter whose name was Rita
She looked like she stepped out of La Dolce Vita
C
I immediately tried to cool it with her dad
G
And told him what a nice pretty farm he had
D
He said "What do doctors know about farms, pray tell?"
G
I said "I was born at the bottom of a wishing well"
G
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
C
I said "Yes, ten thousand miles today I drove"
G
He said "I got a bed for you underneath the stove
D
Just one condition you can go to sleep right now
G
That you don't touch my daughter and in the morning, milk the cows"
G
I was sleepin' like a rat when I heard something jerkin'
There stood Rita lookin' just like Tony Perkins
C
She said "Would you like to take a shower? I'll show you up to the door"
G
I said "Oh, no, no I've been through this movie before"
D
I knew I had to split but I did not know how
G
When she said "Would you like to take that shower now?"
G
Well, I couldn't leave unless the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already promised that I'd milk his cows
C
I had to say something to strike him very weird
G
So I yelled "I like Fidel Castro and his beard"
D
Rita looked offended but she got out of the way
G
As he came charging down the stairs sayin' "What's that I heard you say?"
G
I said, "I like Fidel Castro I think you heard me right"
And I ducked as he swung at me with all his might
C
Rita mumbled something 'Bout her mother on the hill
G
As his fist, it hit the icebox he said he's going to kill
D
Me if I don't get out the door in two seconds flat
G
"You unpatriotic Rotten doctor Commie rat"
G
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
C
And crashed through the window at a hundred miles an hour
G
And landed fully blast in his garden flowers
D
Rita said "Come back" and he started to load
G
The sun was comin' up and I was runnin' down the road
G
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
C
He still waits for me constant on the sly
G
He wants to turn me in to the F.B.I
D
Me, I romp and stompings thankful as I romp
G
Without freedom of speech I might be in the swamp
Motorpsycho Nitemare acordes
de Bob Dylan
