All the tired horses in the sun How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm. — 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
When I think of mystery, I don't think about myself. I think of the universe, like why does the moon rise when… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Popular music had never had lyrical sophistication of this type [like Bob Dylan]; wit, to be sure, but "Darkness at the break… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Mothers tell your children not to do the things I have done, to spend my life in sin and misery in the… — 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
Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips? — 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
