In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
I could say that I'd be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath; But to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.
Planet Waves
Things Have Changed
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
“Love and Theft”
Must Be Santa
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
World Gone Wrong
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I'm in a cowboy band
Biograph
Thunder On The Mountain
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
Bob Dylan
Tangled Up In Blue
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
Series Of Dreams
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
Knocked Out Loaded
Little Drummer Boy
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
The Bootleg Series Vol. 17: Fragments – Time Out of Mind Sessions (1996–1997)
When The Deal Goes Down
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration
Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard; I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word
Modern Times
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
Dylan
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
The Essential Bob Dylan
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
Infidels
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
Blood on the Tracks
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,; Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,; Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
John Wesley Harding
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
Slow Train Coming
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
