You could ride like Annie Oakley,;
You could shoot like Belle Starr.
The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud;
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
You got a lotta nerve;
To say you are my friend
The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
The angels play on their horns all day,;
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.;
But does anyone hear the music they play,;
Does anyone even try?
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW
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 Bootleg Series, Vol 1-3: Rare & Unreleased 1961-1991
Democracy don't rule the world,;
You'd better get that in your head.;
This world is ruled by violence;
But I guess that's better left unsaid.
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
Your cracked country lips,;
I still wish to kiss,;
As to be under the strength of your skin.
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.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
We're idiots, babe.;
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man;
like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand