Street-Legal

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.

Listen to Desolation Row

World Gone Wrong

Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)

What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

Slow Train Coming

When The Deal Goes Down

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

People are crazy and times are strange

John Wesley Harding

Must Be Santa

My love for her is taking such a long time to die

The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966

Tangled Up In Blue

You know, the streets are filled with vipers;
Who've lost all ray of hope,;
You know, it ain't even safe no more;
In the palace of the Pope.

Time out of Mind

Thunder On The Mountain

Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun

Real Live

Little Drummer Boy

Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain

Shot of Love

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

You don't need a weather man;
To know which way the wind blows

“Love and Theft”

Series Of Dreams

She knows where I'd like to be;
But it doesn't matter.

Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine

Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits

Jokerman

If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Blood In My Eyes

Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,;
Overturn these tables.;
This place don't make sense to me no more.

The Best of the Original Mono Recordings

Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story By Martin Scorsese | Trailer | Netflix

Oh my name it is nothin';
My age it means less

The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home

Things Have Changed

But I mean no harm nor put fault, On anyone that lives in a vault, But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Bob Dylan at Budokan

Well, it's always been my nature to take chances;
My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances

Before the Flood

Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud;
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood

Dylan & The Dead

Everything passes,;
Everything changes,;
Just do what you think you should do.

New Morning

I don't want to fake you out

Bringing It All Back Home

The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,;
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.

Blonde on Blonde