Bob Dylan
32-20 blues - unreleased, world gone wrong
Well, I sent for my baby, man, and she don't come
Sent for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure ain't gonna help her none

If she gets unruly, thinks she don't want you
If she gets unruly and thinks she don't want you
Take my .32-20, now, and make her half in two

She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
I got a .32-20, make the camp all right

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure ain't gonna help her none

Gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun
Gonna shoot my pistol, got to shoot my gatling gun
You made me love you, now your man have come

Oh, baby, where you stayed last night
Ah, baby, where you stayed last night
You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right

Her .38 special, boys, it do very well
Her .38 special, boys, it do very well
I got a .32-20 now, and it's a-burning

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
Send for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in Wisconsin sure can't help her none

Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night
Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night
You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright

Oh, boys, I just can't take my rest
Ah, boys, and I just can't take my rest
With this .32-20 laying up and down my breast