All I really want to do,; Is, baby, be friends with you.
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
Slow Train Coming
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
Before the Flood
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
MTV Unplugged
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
Blonde on Blonde
Time is all I have to give
Modern Times
One of these days and it won't be long; Going down in the valley and sing my song; I will sing it loud and sing it strong; Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
The Bootleg Series Vol. 17: Fragments – Time Out of Mind Sessions (1996–1997)
I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.
Blood on the Tracks
Last night I danced with a stranger; But she just reminded me you were the one
Infidels
to live outside the law, you must be honest
Knocked Out Loaded
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,; I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
Christmas in the Heart
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation; There are no words that need to be said
The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964
Oh the fishes will laugh; As they swim out of the path; And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.; What can I do for You?
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
You think you can hide but you're never alone,; Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
The Bootleg Series Vol. 15: Travelin’ Thru, 1967–1969
Every time you leave and go off someplace,; Things fall to pieces in my face
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag; Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag; Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II
At dawn my lover comes to me; And tells me of her dreams; With no attempts to shovel the glimpse; Into the ditch of what each one means
John Wesley Harding
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
Time out of Mind
Well, you're so bad and nasty; But I love you, yes I do
Desire
I don't want to fake you out
World Gone Wrong
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,; Nobody stops to ask why.
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
Saved
Everybody must get stoned.
Fallen Angels
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Together Through Life
Cities on fire, phones out of order
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
Shadow Kingdom
I wasn't born to lose you.
The Basement Tapes
You're so damn nonchalant; But it's your mind that I want.
