He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
Listen to Desolation Row
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)
When The Deal Goes Down
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
Bob Dylan – The Rolling Thunder Revue: The 1975 Live Recordings
Thunder On The Mountain
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.
“Love and Theft”
Blood In My Eyes
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame; I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
Oh Mercy
Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)
It's all been designed, he said, "To make you lose your mind,; And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find."
Bringing It All Back Home
Jokerman
And the words that are used; For to get the ship confused; Will not be understood as they're spoken.
Dylan
Series Of Dreams
The treasure can't be found by men who search
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
Little Drummer Boy
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Slow Train Coming
Must Be Santa
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
Desire
Things Have Changed
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
Shadows in the Night
Tangled Up In Blue
I'm hungry and I'm irritable; And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.; At one time there was nothing wrong with me; That you could not fix.
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14 Deluxe Edition
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
If your mem'ry serves you well,; You'll remember you're the one; That called on me to call on them; To get you your favors done.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs
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I gotta go; Find out something only dead men know
Self Portrait
Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW
We're idiots, babe.; It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
Planet Waves
Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?
Time out of Mind
My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.; They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well."; Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high; When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?
Before the Flood
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
Tempest
Now, don't crowd me, lady; Or I'll fill up your shoe
