Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,;
That we could sit simply in that room again.

Listen to Desolation Row

Christmas in the Heart

Tangled Up In Blue

Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?

Biograph

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

it is not he or she or them or it;
That you belong to.

Desire

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

I'm going out of my mind;
With a pain that stops and starts

The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home

Must Be Santa

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

Down in the Groove

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."

The Complete Budokan 1978

When The Deal Goes Down

I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal

The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too;
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait

Jokerman

I can't provide for you no easy answers,;
Who are you that I should have to lie?

Hard Rain

Thunder On The Mountain

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

Rough and Rowdy Ways

Things Have Changed

If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.

Self Portrait

Series Of Dreams

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold We never thought we could ever get old

Good as I Been to You

Blood In My Eyes

Precious angel, you believe me when I say;
What God has given to us no man can take away.

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

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What kind of sign they need when it all come from within

Oh Mercy

Little Drummer Boy

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,;
Should I leave them by your gate,;
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

MTV Unplugged

Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain

Empire Burlesque

Time is all I have to give

Blood on the Tracks

We're idiots, babe.;
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

Bob Dylan

May you always know the truth;
And see the lights surrounding you.

New Morning

People carry roses Make promises by the hours My love she laughs like the flowers Valentines can't buy her

Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits