You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Some people are called to be a good sailor. Some people have a calling to be a good tiller of the land.… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land where justice is a game. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It's not me, it's the songs. I'm just the postman, I deliver the songs. When I first heard Elvis' voice, I knew… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola! — 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
