Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By Bob Dylan, You walk into the room
With your pencil in your
By Bob Dylan, They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The
By Bob Dylan, I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my
By Bob Dylan, Oh God said to Abraham, kill me a son
Abe said
By Bob Dylan, Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Can't buy a thrill.
Well,
By Bob Dylan, When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime
By Bob Dylan, Once upon a time you dressed so fine, threw the
By Bob Dylan, When your mother sends back all your invitations
And your father
By Bob Dylan, The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The
By Bob Dylan, Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says,
