By Bob Dylan, "There must be some way out of here," said the
By Bob Dylan, As I went out one morning
To breathe the air around
By Bob Dylan, Dear landlord,
Please don't put a price on my soul.
My burden
By Bob Dylan, Down along the cove,
I spied my true love comin' my
By Bob Dylan, "Oh, help me in my weakness,"
I heard the drifter say,
As
By Bob Dylan, I am a lonesome hobo
Without family or friends,
Where another man's
By Bob Dylan, I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
Alive as you or me,
Tearing
By Bob Dylan, I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed home,
Who
By Bob Dylan, Close your eyes, close the door
You don't have to worry
By Bob Dylan, John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor,
He trav'led with
By Bob Dylan, Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest,
They were the best of
By Bob Dylan, There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come,
With a
