I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
The Essential Bob Dylan
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
This wheel shall explode!
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame; I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
The Best of Bob Dylan
If God's on our side; He'll stop the next war.
Slow Train Coming
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
The Times They Are A-Changin’
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,; Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
The Bootleg Series, Vol 1-3: Rare & Unreleased 1961-1991
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
Shadows in the Night
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
Trouble No More – The Bootleg Series Vol. 13 / 1979-1981
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
We're idiots, babe.; It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
World Gone Wrong
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
Greatest Hits Volume 3
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
Down in the Groove
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,; All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl,; No more booby traps and bombs,; No more decadence and charm,; No more affection that's misplaced, girl
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
Bringing It All Back Home
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966 Deluxe Edition
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.