Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid

Must Be Santa

I like the cool way you look at me,;
Everything about you is bringing me;
Misery.

Listen to Desolation Row

Rough and Rowdy Ways

Series Of Dreams

Cities on fire, phones out of order

Planet Waves

Thunder On The Mountain

I gotta go;
Find out something only dead men know

The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966

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If dogs run free, why not me;
Across the swamp of time?

Under the Red Sky

When The Deal Goes Down

I must be guilty of something,;
You just whisper it into my ear.

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

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,;
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery

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

Jokerman

Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.;
He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.

Self Portrait

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

Never could learn to drink that blood;
And call it wine

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

Little Drummer Boy

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.

Empire Burlesque

Tangled Up In Blue

Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.

Blonde on Blonde

Things Have Changed

It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,;
If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."

The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration – Deluxe Edition

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

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

Greatest Hits Volume 3

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

But the enemy I see Wears a cloak of decency

The Times They Are A-Changin’

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

And they're breaking down the distance;
Between right and wrong.

Hard Rain

Blood In My Eyes

the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming

Desire