Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Whats money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
If I had rubies, riches, and crowns, I'd buy the whole world and change things around. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I'd been going though his trash. He knocked me down. I was glad to see him, even though he was banging my… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
How many times have you heard someone say If I had his money I'd do things my way Hmm, but little they… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I set my monkey on the log, and ordered him to do the Dog. He wagged his tail and shook his head,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You got men who can't hold peace and women who can't control their tongues. The rich seduce the poor, and the old… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in, sing Amazing Grace all the way to… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Don't matter how much money you got, there's only two kinds of people: there's saved people and there's lost people. — 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
