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

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn

Listen to Desolation Row

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait

When The Deal Goes Down

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)

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

If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 1-3: Rare & Unreleased 1961-1991

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

Boys in the street beginning to play;
Girls like birds flying away

The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

Cities on fire, phones out of order

Time out of Mind


Don't follow leaders;
Watch the parkin' meters

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid

Things Have Changed

Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues;
You can tell by the way she smiles

Bob Dylan – The Rolling Thunder Revue: The 1975 Live Recordings

Little Drummer Boy

He bought me with a price,;
Freed me from the pit,;
Full of emptiness and wrath;
And the fire that burns in it.

Another Side of Bob Dylan

Blood In My Eyes

You were trying to break into another world;
A world I never knew.;
I always kind of wondered;
If you ever made it through.

The Best of the Original Mono Recordings

Thunder On The Mountain

Did I miss the mark or;
Over-step the line;
That only you could see?

New Morning

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate

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

Series Of Dreams

I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go

Dylan & The Dead

Tangled Up In Blue

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

MTV Unplugged

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

I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind;
You could have done better but I don't mind;
You just kinda wasted my precious time

Bob Dylan

Must Be Santa

Now, don't crowd me, lady;
Or I'll fill up your shoe

Christmas in the Heart