He bought me with a price,;
Freed me from the pit,;
Full of emptiness and wrath;
And the fire that burns in it.
Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
The country music station plays soft;
but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
The Bootleg Series, Vol 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II
Your loyalty is not to me;
But to the stars above
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed;
Dignity never been photographed
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.