Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
Well, I asked for something to eat;
I'm hungry as a hog;
So I get brown rice, seaweed;
And a dirty hot dog
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW
Louise, she's all right, she's just near;
She's delicate and seems like the mirror;
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear;
That Johanna's not here
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 1-3: Rare & Unreleased 1961-1991
Roses are red, violets are blue;
And time is beginning to crawl
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?;
You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966 Deluxe Edition
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
Trouble No More – The Bootleg Series Vol. 13 / 1979-1981
No time to suffer or blink;
And no time to think
If this is love then gimme more;
And more and more and more and more.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,;
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14 Deluxe Edition
your pleasure knows no limits
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964
You lose yourself, you reappear
Bringing It All Back Home
Boys in the street beginning to play;
Girls like birds flying away
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea;
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
Your temperature's too hot for taming
I'm T-boned and punctured;
But I'm known to be calm
And you, you took me in,;
You loved me then;
You didn't waste time.
The Times They Are A-Changin’
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
You know, the streets are filled with vipers;
Who've lost all ray of hope,;
You know, it ain't even safe no more;
In the palace of the Pope.
People tell me it's a sin;
To know and feel too much within.
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts