Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I dug it, New York City, all-the streets and the snows and the starving and the five-flight walkups and sleeping in rooms… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine, Their breath is as sweet, The dew on the vine. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is pilin' up, we struggle… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line. Beauty walks a razor's edge...someday I'll make it… — 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
