Queen Jane Approximately  [Dylan] 

       When your mother sends back   all your  invitations 
        And your father to your sister  he explains 
        That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations 
        Won't you come see me Queen Jane? 
        Won't you come see me Queen Jane? 

        Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you 
        And the smell of their roses does not remain 
        And all of your children start to resent you 
        Won't you come see me Queen Jane? 
        Won't you come see me Queen Jane? 

        [Jam] 

        Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned 
        Have all died in battle or in vain 
        And you're sick of all this repetition 
        Won't you come see me Queen Jane? 
        Won't you come see me Queen Jane? 

        When all of your advisers heave their plastic 
        At your feet to convince you of your pain 
        Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic 
        Won't you come see me Queen Jane? 
        Won't you come see me Queen Jane? 

        [Jam] 

        Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to 
        All lay down their bandanas and complain 
        And you want somebody you don't have to speak to 
        Won't you come see me Queen Jane? 
        Won't you come see me Queen Jane? 
        Won't you come and see me Queen Jane? 
        Won't you come and see me Queen Jane? 
        Won't you come and see me Queen Jane? 
 

 Queen Of Santa Fe I  [?] 

        When I was a boy about seventeen I went down to the railroad yard 
        I hopped on Santa Fe Queen all the way to Boston for coal mines 
        I lit out from my home I hitch hiked to Statson 
        I went around there, found me a yard, I asked the old hobo, said: 
        Said, "I don't care, man, I just ride the ride." 
 

 Queen Of Santa Fe II (Poor Michael Went Down)  [?] 

        Well you know I left my home when I was seventeen years of age 
        Started hitch hiking from San Francisco down to L.A. 
        And I, I met this man giving me a ride 
        Amd finally got me by my side said, "Hey son have a dime." 
        I say, "Thank you" and he was on his way 
        So I got down in the big cities and I was trying to get myself a job 

        But there wasn't no jobs around 
        I couldn't seem to find anyway to make guineas 
        And this man at the gas station, he says, 
        "Son you need yourself a job?" and I said "Mr. I surely do." 
        He said "Welcome in, I give you a dollar and a 1/4 an hour" 
        That's sure good handling that time 

        So I worked in the gas station for a while 
        And I got myself a Plymouth mobile, yes I did 
        That was comin' on pretty good up to one day 
        I kind of let down on my lovin' down for a 1/4 an hour 
        Couldn't go far out working overtime I need a lot of money 
        That lot of money I don't know what to do 

        So I met one of these guys who'd walk around in the neighborhood 
        Behind this other gas station we figure we'd check it out pretty good 
        So we decided we're gonna rob this gas station 
        Because there was no other way ot get no money 
        And then one night when there was no one around 
        We went over there on that side of town 
        And we broke into that gas station and we robbed the cash register 
        And just at that time we're making our escape 
        Here come a policeman walking up the street 
        He yelled "Halt!" and we got scared we threw the money up in the air 
        We started running and he started too 
        He's hollering "halt!" and then he began to shoot. 
        I was lucky I got over a fence 
        My other friend made it around the corner, 
        but my other buddy he went down 

        And Michael you should have stopped when the man told you 
        Because if that bullet wouldn't have hit you 
        You would have been living and what I'm trying to say now 
        Is that if you find yourself in a situation 
        Where you could get killed or you could live, Live if you cried 

        Cause Michael went down by the old man's bullet 
        He didn't have to go down if he were to stop 
        We had some pride wouldn't let him quit that runnin' 
        But now Michael's in the ground. 
        Michael why did you keep on runnin'? 
        Michael your pride done got you killed 
        You should have knowed that cop had a pistol on his side 
        Why didn't you stop before you was killed?