Blood on the Tracks

Little Drummer Boy

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

Listen to Desolation Row

The Best of the Original Mono Recordings

Jokerman

I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.

Dylan

Things Have Changed

While my conscience explodes;
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain

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

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

Most of the time;
I can't even be sure;
If she was ever with me;
Or if I was with her.

Hard Rain

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

Well, I try my best;
To be just like I am,;
But everybody wants you;
To be just like them.

Rough and Rowdy Ways

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

The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964

Thunder On The Mountain

Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down

Oh Mercy

Tangled Up In Blue

An' here I sit so patiently;
Waiting to find out what price;
You have to pay to get out of;
Going through all these things twice.

Dylan & The Dead

Series Of Dreams

You were snow, you were rain;
You were striped, you were plain,;

Blonde on Blonde

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

Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?

Triplicate

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.

Saved

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

Louise, she's all right, she's just near;
She's delicate and seems like the mirror;
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear;
That Johanna's not here

Christmas in the Heart

When The Deal Goes Down

But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime;
Or is it just solid rock?

The Essential Bob Dylan

Blood In My Eyes

I've already ripped out the phones, honey.;
You can't walk the streets in a war

Knocked Out Loaded

Must Be Santa

Junk is piling up, taking up space

Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963