Written by Bob Dylan, I guess
Performed by Bob Dylan and the Band in the Basement, summer 1967
Tabbed by Simon Bedford and Eyolf Østrem
There were two takes, and since they are virutally identical, I’ll present both…
The chords are written as if played with a capo on the 1st or the 3rd fret (for the two takes). On the recordings the guitar part is played with barre chords higher up on the neck.
G Am Bm Am
If the farmer has no silo
G Am Bm Am
And his fuel cost runs up high
G Am Bm Am
Well, that's just how much I would love you
G Am Bm Am
if you'd just only let me try
C Am
in some nice young up-to-date kitchen
C Am
let us get aquainted, dear
G Am Bm Am
and them old floor-birds would just quit eatin'
C D G
And just grin from ear toear
Two floor birds and a prudent baby chick, yes that's me That ain't much to bust But restriction causes damage And damage causes lust
So, poor little girl, come blow this horn Hard as any horn might seem It's very easily done, actually All you have to do is dream. [instrumental verse]
Well, the whole back-strappers are a dime a dozen And I can get a cup for a nickle Yes, but look what an earful I get and it's all awful too Everytime I try to go get me a little tickle So, give me one sweet loaf of bread just one sweet loaf, I'll fill it up and I'll be gone Yes, just like some of these old floor birds who fly from dawn to dawn who fly from dawn to dawn who fly from dawn to dawn who fly from dawn to dawn
Take #2
If the farmer has no silo And his fuel cost runs him up very high Well, that's just how much I'd love you if you'd just only let me try
In some nice young up-to-date kitchen Let us get aquainted, dear Then them old floor-birds will just quit eatin' And just grin from ear toear
Two floor birds and a prudent baby chick Yes, that ain't much to bust But restriction causes damage And damage causes lust.
So, poor little girl, come blow this horn Hard as any hole might seem It's very easily done, actually All you have to do is dream. [instrumental verse]
Well, those old whole back-strappers are a dime a dozen And I can get a cup for a nickle Yes, but look what an earful I get, and it's awful too, Everytime I try to go get a little tickle Give me just one sweet loaf of bread Fill it up, and I'll be gone Just like some old floor-bird who just flies from dawn to dawn (yes...) flies from dawn to dawn (look at that old floor-bird, he just...) flies from dawn to dawn (look at that crazy floor-bird, he just...) flies from dawn to dawn (what a floor-bird, he...) flies from dawn to dawn.