The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

Every brain is civilized,;
Every nerve is analyzed,;
Everything is criticized when you are in need.

Listen to Desolation Row

Blood on the Tracks

Must Be Santa

She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Blood In My Eyes

And every time you get this close;
It makes me want to scream

MTV Unplugged

Things Have Changed

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night,;
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,;
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,;
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Best of The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

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

Good as I Been to You

Little Drummer Boy

I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.;
I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.

The Times They Are A-Changin’

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

Praise be to Nero's Neptune;
The Titanic sails at dawn;
And everybody's shouting;
Which Side Are You On?

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

Series Of Dreams

Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign

The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

What was it you wanted;
When you were kissing my check?

Blonde on Blonde

Thunder On The Mountain

Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.

Tempest

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

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

Greatest Hits Volume 3

Jokerman

Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun

“Love and Theft”

Tangled Up In Blue

If this is love then gimme more;
And more and more and more and more.

Christmas in the Heart

When The Deal Goes Down

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

Biograph

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

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

John Wesley Harding