The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

You lose yourself, you reappear

Listen to Desolation Row

Bringing It All Back Home

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?

Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II

Must Be Santa

Your cracked country lips,;
I still wish to kiss,;
As to be under the strength of your skin.

Shadow Kingdom

Thunder On The Mountain

Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you;
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow

MTV Unplugged

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I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech

Shadows in the Night

Blood In My Eyes

What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood

Empire Burlesque

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

Shall I hold you close?;
Or Shall I let you go by?;
Tell me.;
Tell me.

Street-Legal

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

She said, "Be easy, baby,;
There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."

Biograph

Tangled Up In Blue

In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.

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

Things Have Changed

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

Oh Mercy

Jokerman

It was then that I got up to leave;
But she said, "Don't forget,;
Everybody must give something back;
For something they get."

Blonde on Blonde

Series Of Dreams

I'll give you more gold;
Than your apron can hold;
If you'll only let your hair hang low

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

And every one of them words rang true;
And glowed like burnin' coal;
Pourin' off of every page;
Like it was written in my soul from me to you

Christmas in the Heart

When The Deal Goes Down

Not one more night, not one more kiss,;
Not this time baby, no more of this,;
Takes too much skill, takes too much will,;
It's revealing.

Bob Dylan

Little Drummer Boy

Here is your throat back;
Thanks for the loan

Infidels

You speak to me;
In sign language;
As I'm eating a sandwich

Hard Rain

Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun;
Would treat a father so,;
To wait upon him hand and foot;
And always tell him, "No"?

The Basement Tapes

She's got everything she needs,;
She's an artist, she don't look back

Greatest Hits Volume 3

My love for her is taking such a long time to die

The Essential Bob Dylan

That's how it is when things disintegrate

Dylan

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