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    Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues

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      Lyrics for Bob Dylan - "Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues"

      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'are 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.

      SONGWRITERS:
      DYLAN, BOB
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