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I Am a Lonesome Hobo
John Wesley Harding
1967
Columbia
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I am a lonesome hobo
Without family or friends,
Where another man's life might begin,
That's exactly where mine ends.
I have tried my hand at bribery,
Blackmail and deceit,
And I've served time for ev'rything
'Cept beggin' on the street.
Well, once I was rather prosperous,
There was nothing I did lack.
I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth
And silk upon my back.
But I did not trust my brother,
I carried him to blame,
Which led me to my fatal doom,
To wander off in shame.
Kind ladies and kind gentlemen,
Soon I will be gone,
But let me just warn you all,
Before I do pass on;
Stay free from petty jealousies,
Live by no man's code,
And hold your judgment for yourself
Lest you wind up on this road.
Interprétation
Confession d'un vagabond qui a tout perdu et se méfie désormais de tous. Le ton, biblique, est celui d'un homme qui tire les leçons de sa chute.
La chanson, comme plusieurs de l'album, s'écrit à la première personne d'un personnage, non de Dylan. C'est l'une des techniques de John Wesley Harding : emprunter des masques — hors-la-loi, hobo, immigrant — pour dire des vérités universelles.
Folk biblique 1967
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