Self Portrait

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

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.

Listen to Desolation Row

Infidels

Tangled Up In Blue

There's some people that;
You don't forget,;
Even though you've only seen'm;
One time or two.

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

Series Of Dreams

she's true, like ice, like fire

Shadow Kingdom

Must Be Santa

Whatever you gonna do,;
Please do it fast.

Biograph

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense;
I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence

Bob Dylan at Budokan

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

As the last fire truck from hell;
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying

Highway 61 Revisited

Things Have Changed

Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face;
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait

Little Drummer Boy

If I ever lose her I will go insane;
I go half crazy when she calls my name

Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits

When The Deal Goes Down

No knife could ever cut our love apart

Greatest Hits Volume 3

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."

The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts

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

Jokerman

No time to suffer or blink;
And no time to think

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

Thunder On The Mountain

I want to thank You, Lord,;
I just want to thank You, Lord,;
Thank You, Lord.

Slow Train Coming

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,;
Pray that I don't die of thirst,;
Baby, two feet from the well.

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

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

The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home

Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,;
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him

Down in the Groove

Now at midnight all the agents;
And the superhuman crew;
Come out and round up everyone;
That knows more than they do

Dylan

All the tired horses in the sun;
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.

Shadows in the Night

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

Saved

You don't need a weather man;
To know which way the wind blows

Fallen Angels