Wealth is a filthy rag;
So erotic so unpatriotic;
So wrapped up in the American flag
Shine your light, shine your light on me;
Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.;
I'm a little too blind to see
Does she know I still care?
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
An' here I sit so patiently;
Waiting to find out what price;
You have to pay to get out of;
Going through all these things twice.
Searching for my double, looking for;
Complete evaporation to the core
Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,;
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
The Best Of The Original Mono Recordings
Now, a very great man once said;
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.;
It didn't take too long to find out;
Just what he was talkin' about.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,;
Lay down the song you strum,;
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings;
No voice can hope to hum.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
You say you love me;
And you're thinkin' of me,;
But you know you could be wrong.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 1-3: Rare & Unreleased 1961-1991
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
Everybody's wearing a disguise;
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?