friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the
: (B. Dylan) My love she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true like fire like ice People
: (B. Dylan) I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil but in the end is always left so alone
: (B. Dylan) "Oh, help me in my weakness," I heard the drifter say, As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away. "My trip hasn't
Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come
, should I wait? With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go, And your gentleness now, which you
: (B. Dylan) Down the street the dogs are barkin' And the day is a-gettin' dark. As the night comes in a-fallin', The dogs 'll lose their bark. An'
: (B. Dylan, R. Manuel) We carried you in our arms On Independence Day, And now you'd throw us all aside And put us on our way. Oh what dear daughter
ask me again? It only brings me sorrow. For the same thing that I want from you today I would want again tomorrow. Well I got a letter on a lonesome day
cannot touch. Dear landlord, Please don't dismiss my case. I'm not about to argue, I'm not about to move to no other place. Now, each of us has his
boy that ever I've hurt I did not do it knowingly But to remain as friends, you need the time To make amends and stay behind And since my feet are now
: (B. Dylan) Well, I'm walkin' down the line, I'm walkin' down the line An' I'm walkin' down the line. My feet'll be a-flyin' To tell about my troubled
west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released. Standing next to me in this lonely crowd, Is a man who swears he's not to blame. All day
trace of misery A phrase in connection first with she occurred That love is just a four-letter word Outside a rattling store-front window Cats meowed to the break of day
he cried so loud with a voice without restraint. "Come out, you gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint. No martyr is among you now whom you
just cannot touch. Dear landlord, Please don't dismiss my case. I'm not about to argue, I'm not about to move to no other place. Now, each of us has
(B. Dylan) "Oh, help me in my weakness," I heard the drifter say, As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away. "My trip hasn't been
