John Wesley Harding

Must Be Santa

Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face;
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Listen to Desolation Row

Street-Legal

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

The world of illusion is at my door

The Bootleg Series Vol. 17: Fragments – Time Out of Mind Sessions (1996–1997)

Jokerman

Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?

Fallen Angels

Tangled Up In Blue

Do you ever wonder just what God requires?;
You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.

The Best of the Original Mono Recordings

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

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

Trouble No More – The Bootleg Series Vol. 13 / 1979-1981

Things Have Changed

Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',;
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'

New Morning

When The Deal Goes Down

If he needs a third eye he just grows it

Rough and Rowdy Ways

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

Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow

Oh Mercy

Series Of Dreams

I'm going back to New York City;
I do believe I've had enough

Saved

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

No time to suffer or blink;
And no time to think

The Original Mono Recordings

Blood In My Eyes

You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece

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

Thunder On The Mountain

Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress

Tempest

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Those are the hills of hell-fire my love;
Where you and I will unite

World Gone Wrong

Little Drummer Boy

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

The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

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

Down in the Groove

You got a lotta nerve;
To say you are my friend

Hard Rain

I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.

Biograph

You don't need a weather man;
To know which way the wind blows

Under the Red Sky

In the home of the brave Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave

Shot of Love

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties;
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

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