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Won't you come with me, baby?;
I'll take you where you wanna go.;
And if it don't work out, You'll be the first to know

Listen to Desolation Row

The Best of the Original Mono Recordings

Jokerman

How does it feel

Saved

Thunder On The Mountain

Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore;
You may not see me tomorrow.

Knocked Out Loaded

Must Be Santa

So take heed, take heed of the western wind

Time out of Mind

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

Now the rainman gave me two cures,;
Then he said, "Jump right in.";
The one was Texas medicine,;
The other was just railroad gin.

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

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

That's how it is when things disintegrate

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Blood In My Eyes

It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun;
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."

Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

One of these days and it won't be long;
Going down in the valley and sing my song;
I will sing it loud and sing it strong;
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong

Highway 61 Revisited

Series Of Dreams

Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,;
And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.

Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963

Tangled Up In Blue

Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow

The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

I just want you to know;
I can see through your masks

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

When The Deal Goes Down

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

Oh Mercy

Things Have Changed

But the enemy I see Wears a cloak of decency

The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration

Little Drummer Boy

If you're lookin' to get silly;
You better go back to from where you came

Fallen Angels

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

Go melt back into the night, babe,;
Everything inside is made of stone.;
There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.

New Morning