Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964
Must Be Santa
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
The Essential Bob Dylan
Blood In My Eyes
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
Shot Of Love
When The Deal Goes Down
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Down In The Groove
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
I could say that I'd be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath; But to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.; They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well."; Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high; When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?
Christmas In The Heart
Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand; In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.