Outtake from Slow Train Coming (1979). It was briefly available the B-side of the single, "Gotta Serve Somebody." (QuickTime required: http://www.apple.com/quicktime.)

    TROUBLE IN MIND
    (Word and music by Bob Dylan)

    I got to know, Lord, / when to pull back on the reins;
    Death can be the result of / the most underrated thing.
    Satan whispers to ya, / "Well, I don't want to bore ya,
    But when ya get tired of that Miss So-and-So, / I got another woman for ya."

    Trouble in mind, Lord, / trouble in mind;
    Lord, take away this / trouble in mind.

    When the deeds that you do / don't add up to zero,
    It's what's inside that counts, / ask any war hero.
    You think you can hide, / but you're never alone;
    Ask Lot what he thought when / his wife turned to stone.

    Trouble in mind, Lord, / trouble in mind;
    Lord, take away this / trouble in mind.

    Here comes Satan, / prince of the power of the air;
    He's gonna make you a law unto yourself, / build a bird's nest in your hair.
    He's gonna deaden your conscience / 'til you worship the work of your own hands;
    You'll be serving strangers in a strange, / forsaken land.

    Trouble in mind, Lord, / trouble in mind;
    Lord, take away this / trouble in mind.

    Well, your true love has caught you / where you don't belong;
    You say, "Everybody's doing it, / so I guess it can't be wrong."
    The truth is far from you, / so you know you got to lie;
    Then you're all the time defending / what you can never justify.

    Trouble in mind, Lord, / trouble in mind,
    Lord, take away this / trouble in mind.

    So many of my brothers, / still want to be the boss;
    They can't relate to the Lord's kingdom; / they can't relate to the cross.
    They self-inflict punishment / on their own broken lives;
    Put their faith in their possessions, / in their jobs, or in their wives.

    Trouble in mind, Lord, / trouble in mind;
    Lord, take away / this trouble in mind.

    When my life is over, / it'll be like a puff of smoke;
    How long must I suffer? / How long, Lord, must I be provoked?
    Satan will give you a little taste, / then he'll move in with rapid speed;
    Lord keep my blind side covered / and see that I don't bleed.

    Trouble in mind, Lord, / trouble in mind;
    Lord, take away this / trouble in mind.