Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
Bob Dylan at Budokan
How did I meet you? I don't know.
Real Live
Don't trust me to show you the truth; When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14 Deluxe Edition
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,; Lay down the song you strum,; And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings; No voice can hope to hum.
The Complete Budokan 1978
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,; Makes you stop and all wonder why.
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Before the Flood
Gonna sleep down in the parlor; And relive my dreams
Highway 61 Revisited
You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,; When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give
Dylan
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Self Portrait
And I, I don't mind the pain; Don't mind the driving rain; I know I will sustain; 'Cause I believe in you.
Biograph
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face; And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
“Love and Theft”
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964
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.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town; This is the blind horse that leads you around
Bringing It All Back Home
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in; Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe; "I thought you'd never say hello," she said; "You look like the silent type."
Hard Rain
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
The Basement Tapes
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
The Original Mono Recordings
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.; One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
MTV Unplugged
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home
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
The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
Fallen Angels
All the people we used to know; Are an illusion to me now
Knocked Out Loaded
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
Good as I Been to You
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
The Times They Are A-Changin’
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh Mercy
Shall I hold you close?; Or Shall I let you go by?; Tell me.; Tell me.
