Road Medley
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Gravada para o "'68 Comeback Special", consiste das canções "Nothingville", "Guitar Man - I" (omitida no LP), "Let Yourself Go" (omitida na TV e no LP), "Guitar Man - II" (omitida no LP), "Big Boss Man", "It Hurts Me" (omitida no LP), "Guitar Man - III"  (omitida no LP), "Little Egypt", "Trouble" e "Guitar Man - IV".


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(trechos em vermelho são omitidos na TV e no LP; trechos em azul são omitidos no LP)

Nothingville
Phony little two bit town, where nothing's real
Treat me like a country clown, in Nothingville
I ain't gonna a-hangin' 'round
Whlle doors keep slammin' in my face
People keep puttin' me in my place
It's a rat's race at a snail's pace
Nothingville, Nothingville
Nothingville

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
'Cause I'm lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man

Oh, baby, I'm gonna teach you what love's all about tonight
Trust me, honey, everything's gonna be all right - oh yeah!
Just do like I do, there ain't nothing to it
Listen to me, baby, anybody can do it
All you gotta do is just let yourself go

Now, don't be afraid, just relax and take it real slow
Cool it, baby, you ain't got no place to go
Just put your arms around me real tight
Enjoy yourself, baby, don't fight
All you gotta do is just let yourself go

All you need is just a little rehearsal
The first thing that you'll know
You'll be ready for the grand finale
So, come on, baby, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!

Take a real deep breath and put your warm red lips on mine
Just do like I tell you, everything's gonna be just fine
Kiss me nice and easy, take your time
Baby, I'm the only one here in line
All you gotta do is just let yourself go
Yeah, let yourself go right now; hmm, let yourself go...

Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis
I run outta money and luck
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, on a overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City, started pickin' out some o' them all night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar makin' music on my guitar,
I got the same old story at them all night piers
"You know, there ain't no room around here for a guitar man"




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