bob dylan/positively van gogh (version complète) bob dylan/positively van gogh (1966/denver tapes, version complète) When I'd ask why the painting was deadly Nobody could pick up my sign 'Cept for the cook, she was always friendly But she'd only ask, "What's on your mind?" She'd say that especially when it was raining I'd say "Oh, I don't know" But then she'd press and I'd say, "You see that painting? Do you think it's been done by Van Gogh?" The cook she said call her Maria She'd always point for the same boy to come forth Saying, "He trades cattle, it's his own idea And he also makes trips to the north. Have you ever seen his naked calf bleed?" I'd say, "Oh no, why does it show?" And she'd whisper in my ear that he's a half breed And I'd say, "Fine, but can he paint like Van Gogh?" I can't remember his name he never gave it But I always figured he could go home Til when he'd gave me his card and said, "Save it" I could see by his eyes he was alone. (? I could understand ?) how his four leaf clover Drawn on his calling card showed That it was given back to him a-many times over And it most definitely was not done by Van Gogh. (It was either she or maid?) just to please me Though I sensed she could not understand And she made a thing out of it by saying, "Go easy He's a straight, but he's a very crooked-straight man." And I'd say, "Does the girl in the calendar doubt it? And by the way is it Marilyn Monroe?" But she'd just [speak?] softly and say, "Why you wanna know about it?" And I'd say, "I was just wondering if she ever sat for Van Gogh?" It was either her or the straight man who introduced me To Jeanette, Camilla's friend Who later on falsely accused me of stealing her locket and pen When I said "I don't have the locket" She said "You steal pictures of everybody's mother I know" And I said "There's no locket No picture of any mother I would pocket Unless it's been done by Van Gogh."