And now the heart is filled with gold;
As if it was a purse.;
But, oh, what kind of love is this;
Which goes from bad to worse?
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966 Deluxe Edition
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
Well, if I had to do it all over again,;
Babe, I'd do it all over you.
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
Bob Dylan – The Rolling Thunder Revue: The 1975 Live Recordings
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,;
Should I leave them by your gate,;
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease;
Until He returns?
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
Another Side of Bob Dylan
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.
I'm goin' down to Tennessee,;
Get me a truck 'r somethin'.;
Gonna save my money and rip it up!
The Bootleg Series Vol. 15: Travelin’ Thru, 1967–1969
The night passed away so quickly;
It always does when you're with me.
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,;
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,;
Pray that I don't die of thirst,;
Baby, two feet from the well.
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells;
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit;
Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it;
Using all the devices under the sun.
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,;
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
You were snow, you were rain;
You were striped, you were plain,;
The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966
Every brain is civilized,;
Every nerve is analyzed,;
Everything is criticized when you are in need.
The country music station plays soft;
but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
Reality has always had too many heads
Bringing It All Back Home
Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.
The Original Mono Recordings
And, when I was through;
I filled up my shoe;
And brought it to you.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14 Deluxe Edition
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
And then you told me later, as I apologized;
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm