MTV Unplugged

Little Drummer Boy

people don’t live or die, people just float

Listen to Desolation Row

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid

Series Of Dreams

Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously;
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

I was in your presence for an hour or so;
Or was it a day? I truly don't know.

The Basement Tapes

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

At the corrida we'll sit in the shade;
And watch the young torero stand alone.;
We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed;
When they rode with Villa into Torreon.

The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration – Deluxe Edition

Tangled Up In Blue

If I ever lose her I will go insane;
I go half crazy when she calls my name

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

Things Have Changed

I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts,;
I don't care how rough the road is, show me where it starts,;
Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart.

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

Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story By Martin Scorsese | Trailer | Netflix

I wish that for just one time;
You could stand inside my shoes;
You'd know what a drag it is;
To see you

The Original Mono Recordings

When The Deal Goes Down

Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?

Oh Mercy

Must Be Santa

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past;
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

Bob Dylan – The Rolling Thunder Revue: The 1975 Live Recordings

Jokerman

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Tempest

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

Our conversation was short and sweet;
It nearly swept me off-a my feet.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 5: Bob Dylan Live 1975

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

The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,;
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.

Saved

Thunder On The Mountain

All the tired horses in the sun;
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.

Another Side of Bob Dylan

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet

Infidels

Blood In My Eyes

Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain

Blonde on Blonde