Bob Dylan - Wichita (alternate take) lyrics

Oh, when I left for Wichita The weather was a-k**in' me And when I left Wichita The weather was a-k**in' me Well, my poppa said, "Son Watch out, you might catch that old TB." When I landed in West Memphis I sure did not have a dime When I landed in West Memphis I sure didn't have a dime Operator said, "Son Boy, you ain't no friend of mine." Operator, operator Let that poor boy ride Operator, operator, oh Let that poor boy ride Can't you see me on your road Lord, I'm singing down by the side I'm going down to Louisiana, oh Mamma, where that red-green river runs I'm going down to Louisiana Mamma, where that red-green river runs, yes You can write and tell my mamma My ramblin' days have just begun