Roll On John Bob Dylan

, you burn so bright, roll on John From the Liverpool docks to the red light Hamburg streets Down in the quarry with the Quarrymen.

JOHN BROWN Bob Dylan

JOHN BROWN John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore. His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all.

STACK A LEE Bob Dylan

STACK A LEE Hawlin Alley on a dark and drizzly night, Billy Lyons and Stack-A-Lee had one terrible fight. All about that John B. Stetson hat.

JOHN WESLEY HARDING Bob Dylan

JOHN WESLEY HARDING John Wesley Harding Was a friend to the poor, He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.

Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues Bob Dylan

Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue, I didn't know what in the world I was gonna do, Them Communists they wus comin' around, They wus in the air, They wus on the ground.

Leopard-skin Pill-box Hat (John Mellencamp) Bob Dylan

new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin' like that Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you look so pretty in it Honey, can I jump on

RAMBLING, GAMBLING WILLIE Bob Dylan

And it's ride, Willie, ride, Roll, Willie, roll, Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

Bob Dylan Eppu Normaali

Dylan on Messias Dylan on vapahtaja Dylan meidät pelastaa Nyt mennään Dylania kumartamaan C'mon c'mon mennään Dylania kumartamaan C'mon mennään Dylania kumartamaan C'mon mennään Dylania kumartamaan (maan

MINSTREL BOY Bob Dylan

Who's gonna let it roll? Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

GOSPEL PLOW Bob Dylan

GOSPEL PLOW Mary wore three links of chain, Ev'ry link was Jesus name, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on, Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.

Bob Dylan Nine Days

Bob Dylan Bobby's in the basement making his movie, He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy.

Bob Dylan Nine Days

Mixed the words up on this page. Makes the purple turn to beige. Inspriation of my heart search for light out of the dark. All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog.

STANDING ON THE HIGHWAY Bob Dylan

STANDING ON THE HIGHWAY Well, I'm standin' on the highway Tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to bum a ride, Tryin' to bum a ride.

TOMBSTONE BLUES Bob Dylan

your pride You will not die, it's not poison" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John

Tombstone Blues (Album Version) Bob Dylan

weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John

Tombstone Blues (Live at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY - November 1994) Bob Dylan

weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John

BALLAD FOR A FRIEND Bob Dylan

BALLAD FOR A FRIEND Sad I'm sittin' on the railroad track, Watchin' that old smokestack. Train is a-leavin' bit it won't be back.

NEVER SAY GOODBYE Bob Dylan

NEVER SAY GOODBYE Twilight on the frozen lake North wind about to break On footprints in the snow Silence down below.

TELL ME, MOMMA Bob Dylan

Hey, John, come and get me some candy goods Shucks, it sure feels like it's in the woods Spend some time on your January trips You got tombstone moose up and your brave-yard whips If you're anxious

DUSTY OLD FAIRGROUNDS Bob Dylan

Hit Fargo on the jump and down to Aberdeen 'Cross them old Black Hills, keep 'em rolling Through the cow country towns and the sands of old Montana. We're following them fairgrounds a-calling.

John Brown (Live at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY - November 1994) Bob Dylan

John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore. His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all. His mama's face broke out all in a grin.

Tombstone Blues (Alternate Take) Bob Dylan

weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it`s not poison" Mama`s in the fact`ry She ain`t got no shoes Daddy`s in the alley He`s lookin` for food I`m in the kitchen With the tombstone blues Well, John

GOLDEN LOOM Bob Dylan

Moonlight on the water, fisherman's daughter, floatin' in to my room With a golden loom. First we wash our feet near the immortal shrine And then our shadows meet and then we drink the wine.

Talking New Bob Dylan Loudon Wainwright III

Hey, Bob Dylan, I wrote you a song Today is your birthday if I'm not wrong If I'm not mistaken, you're 50 today How are you doin', Bob? What do you say?

Bob Dylan Blowin\' In The Wind

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannonballs fly Before they\'re forever ba...

Bob Dylan Sanjosex

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My Wife's Home Town Bob Dylan

She can make you steal, make you rob Give you the hives, make you lose your job Make things bad, she can make things worse She got stuff more potent than a gypsy curse One of these days I'll end up on

NORTH COUNTRY BLUES Bob Dylan

But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty. In the north end of town, My own children are grown But I was raised on the other.

WHEN THE SHIP COMES IN Bob Dylan

Oh the seas will split And the ship will hit And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking. Then the tide will sound And the wind will pound And the morning will be breaking.

When The Ship Comes In (Clancy Brothers / Robbie OConnell) Bob Dylan

Oh the seas will split And the ship will hit And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking. Then the tide will sound And the wind will pound And the morning will be breaking.

When The Ship Comes In (Live Ver.) Bob Dylan

Oh the seas will split And the ship will hit And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking. Then the tide will sound And the waves will pound And the morning will be breaking.

I SHALL BE FREE Bob Dylan

(Right there Proud as can be) I's out there paintin' on the old woodshed When a can a black paint it fell on my head. I went down to scrub and rub But I had to sit in back of the tub.

WHERE ARE YOU TONIGHT? Bob Dylan

(Journey Through Dark Heat) There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain, tears on the letter I write.

Where Are You Tonight? Bob Dylan

There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain, tears on the letter I write. There's a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much but she's drifting like a satellite.

Where Are You Tonight? (Journey Through Dark Heat) Bob Dylan

There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain, tears on the letter I write. There's a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much but she's drifting like a satellite.

Thunder On The Mountain Bob Dylan

Thunder on the mountain and there's fires on the moon A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon Today's the day gonna grab my trombone and blow Well there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere

Something's Burning, Baby Bob Dylan

You've been avoiding the main streets for a long, long while The truth that I'm seeking is in your missing file What's your position, baby, what's going on?

Something's Burning; Baby Bob Dylan

You've been avoiding the main streets for a long, long while The truth that I'm seeking is in your missing file What's your position, baby, what's going on?

LONG TIME GONE Bob Dylan

On the western side of Texas, On the Texas plains, I tried to find a job o'work But they said I's young of age. My eyes they burned when I heard, "Go home where you belong!"

When The Deal Goes Down Bob Dylan

When The Deal Goes Down - Bob Dylan In the still of the night, in the world`s ancient light Where wisdom grows up in strife My bewildering brain, toils in vain Through the darkness on the pathways

ARTHUR MCBRIDE Bob Dylan

ARTHUR MCBRIDE Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride, As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside, Mark now what followed and what did betide, For it bein' on Christmas mornin'.

GOTTA SERVE SOMEBODY Bob Dylan

You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage, You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage, You may be a business man or some high degree thief, They may call you Doctor or they

Gotta Serve Somebody (Album Version) Bob Dylan

You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage, You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage, You may be a business man or some high degree thief, They may call you Doctor or they may

THE BALLAD OF FRANKIE LEE AND JUDAS PRIEST Bob Dylan

So when Frankie Lee needed money one day, Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens And placed them on a footstool Just above the plotted plain, Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy, My loss will be

Bob Dylan Blues Syd Barrett

Got the Bob Dylan blues And the Bob Dylan shoes And my clothes and my hair's in a mess But you know I just couldn't care less Gonna write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong Got God and my girl

Tempest Bob Dylan

The pale moon rose in its glory Out on the Western town She told a sad sad story Of the great ship that went down It was the fourteenth day of April Over the waves she rode Sailing into tomorrow To a golden

PRESSING ON Bob Dylan

PRESSING ON Well I'm pressing on Yes, I'm pressing on Well I'm pressing on To the higher calling of my Lord.

HIGHLANDS Bob Dylan

yellin' "Turn it down" Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean Insanity is smashin' up against my soul You could say I was on

Knockin' On Heaven's Door (MBC 나는 가수다 2 - 한영애 열창곡) Bob Dylan

Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door? Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door? Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door? Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door?

Bob Dylan's Blues Bob Dylan

I don't have no sports car And I don't even care to have one I can walk anytime around the block Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me Up and down the street With my hat in my hand And my boots on