You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,; When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give
The Bootleg Series, Vol 1-3: Rare & Unreleased 1961-1991
Things Have Changed
I was in your presence for an hour or so; Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963
Blood In My Eyes
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
The Bootleg Series, Vol 5: Bob Dylan Live 1975
Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
When The Deal Goes Down
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
Blood on the Tracks
Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
The Basement Tapes
Thunder On The Mountain
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Trouble No More – The Bootleg Series Vol. 13 / 1979-1981
Must Be Santa
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
Biograph
Tangled Up In Blue
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Tempest
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
Desire
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If dogs run free, why not me; Across the swamp of time?
World Gone Wrong
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
Shine your light, shine your light on me; Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.; I'm a little too blind to see
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
Jokerman
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Knocked Out Loaded
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
Dylan
You know, news of you has come down the line; Even before ya came in the door.; They say in your father's house, there's many mansions; Each one of them got a fireproof floor.
The Original Mono Recordings
Has the record been breaking,; Did the needle just skip
Triplicate
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
Bob Dylan at Budokan
And now the heart is filled with gold; As if it was a purse.; But, oh, what kind of love is this; Which goes from bad to worse?
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
Well, I try my best; To be just like I am,; But everybody wants you; To be just like them.
