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
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
How many roads must a man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Too much of nothing can turn a man into a liar. It can cause one man to sleep on nails and another… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
...we are singing today of the WIPE-OUT GANG - the WIPE-OUT GANG buys, owns & operates the Insanity Factory - if you… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Nothing is better, nothing is best, take heed of this and get plenty of rest. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds - the cemeteries - and they're a cold proposition, one… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Shadows are falling and I've been here all day/It's too hot to sleep, time is running away/Feel like my soul has turned… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
What good are fans? You can't eat applause for breakfast. You can't sleep with it. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I change during the course of a day. I wake and I'm one person, and when I go to sleep I know… — 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
