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Chelsea Hotel 

<<early version sung during the 1972 tour,sometimes called
"Chelsea Hotel # 1";tune is sometimes different than
the studio original release.


I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street.

Those were the reasons and that was New York.
I was running for the money and the flesh
I was running for the money and the flesh
That was called love, for the workers in song
And it still is for those of us left.

Oh but you got away, didn't you baby
You just threw it all to the ground
You got away, they canít pay you now
For making your sweet little sound, come on make it, baby
Making your sweet little sound, letís all do it
Making your sweet little sound, I can hear it
Making your sweet little sound

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
Then I went to Tennessee
Sittiní by the creek with Willie York
And Kit Marley (see above) came to visit me

For those were the reasons and that was New York.
I was running for the money and the flesh
That was called love for the workers in song
And it still is for the few of us left.

Oh but you got away, didn't you baby
You just threw it all to the ground
You got away on your deepest dream
Making your sweet little sound on the jukebox
Making your sweet little sound on transistor radio
Making your sweet little sound, (?)
Making your sweet little sound, let me follow you
Making your sweet little song, let me follow you
Making your sweet little song, donít leave me now
Making your sweet little song, all the way now
Giving me head on the unmade bed
A great surprise lying with you, baby
Making your sweet little sound.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
That was the winter of Ď67
My friends of that year, they were trying to go queer
And me, I was just getting even.

Those were the reasons and that was New York
I was running for the fucking money and the flesh
That was called love for the workers in song
And it still is for the few of us left.

Ah but you got away, didn't you baby
You just turn your back on the pain
You got away on your wildest dream
Racing the midnight train, I can see it
Racing the midnight train with no clothes on, baby
See all your (?) torn on the ground
All of your clothing, no piece to cover you
Shining your eyes in my deepest corner
Shining your eyes in my darkest corner
Racing the midnight train, I can't catch you baby
Racing the midnight train.

(*) Kit Marley was a Rodeo champion who sold Leonard a horse during the late 60's, round Nashville.

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