Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?

Highway 61 Revisited

Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more

Shot of Love

Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.

New Morning

In the hills of mystery,;
In the foggy web of destiny,;
You can have what's left of me,;
Where we were born in time.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 5: Bob Dylan Live 1975

Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,;
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery

Bringing It All Back Home

May you build a ladder to the stars;
And climb on every rung.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964

Last night I danced with a stranger;
But she just reminded me you were the one

More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14 Deluxe Edition

If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,;
What good am I?

Trouble No More – The Bootleg Series Vol. 13 / 1979-1981

Won't you come with me, baby?;
I'll take you where you wanna go.;
And if it don't work out, You'll be the first to know

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW

It was then that I got up to leave;
But she said, "Don't forget,;
Everybody must give something back;
For something they get."

Oh Mercy

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold We never thought we could ever get old

The Best of Bob Dylan

You were trying to break into another world;
A world I never knew.;
I always kind of wondered;
If you ever made it through.

Fallen Angels

Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.

Greatest Hits Volume 3

Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"


Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch

The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration – Deluxe Edition

I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.

Christmas in the Heart

I was all right 'til I fell in love with you

More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14

Somebody's got to find your trail,;
I guess it must be up to me.


A million faces at my feet;
But all I see are dark eyes

The Bootleg Series, Vol 1-3: Rare & Unreleased 1961-1991

The treasure can't be found by men who search

Blood on the Tracks

I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet

Together Through Life

You speak to me;
In sign language;
As I'm eating a sandwich

Slow Train Coming

People are crazy and times are strange


Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?

Dylan & The Dead

In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.


'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.

Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits

Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain