And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
My best songs were written very quickly. Just about as much time as it takes to write it down is about as… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies, and the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There's been rumors of war and wars that have been The meaning of life has been lost in the wind And some… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I used to think it's better if you just live and die and no one knows who you are. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight From the disease of conceit Whole lot of people seeing double tonight From… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I've never been able to understand the seriousness of it all, the seriousness of pride. People talk, act, live as if they're… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
