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

I've been walking through the middle of nowhere;
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

Listen to Desolation Row


Little Drummer Boy

They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

I can smile in the face of mankind.;
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine;
Most of the time.

John Wesley Harding

Tangled Up In Blue

I looked at my watch;
I looked at my wrist;
I punched myself in the face with my fist

MTV Unplugged

Things Have Changed

Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed;
Dignity never been photographed

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Best of The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966

Must Be Santa

So take heed, take heed of the western wind

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete

Series Of Dreams

Cities on fire, phones out of order

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame;
I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.

Empire Burlesque

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie

Real Live


Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard;
I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word

“Love and Theft”

When The Deal Goes Down

All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966 Deluxe Edition

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

Well, I asked for something to eat;
I'm hungry as a hog;
So I get brown rice, seaweed;
And a dirty hot dog


Blood In My Eyes

They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.

The Best of the Original Mono Recordings

Thunder On The Mountain

She's got everything she needs,;
She's an artist, she don't look back

Hard Rain

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I'll remember you;
When the wind blows through the piney wood.

Time out of Mind