I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well, I sing by night, wander by day. I'm on the road and it looks like I'm here to stay. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well, you always know who you are. I just don't know who I'm gonna become. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well now what's the use in dreamin' You got better things to do Dreams never did work for me anyway Even when… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You're gonna have to serve somebody; well, it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells, speaking to some French girl who says she knows me… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
If you told the truth, that was all well and good and if you told the un-truth, well, that's still well and… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount, But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that… — 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
Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well, I try my best to be just like I am, But everybody wants you to be just like them, They sing… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
look, you know i don't wanna come on ungrateful, but that warren report, you know as well as me, just didn't make… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well, my daddy, he didn't leave me much, you know he was a very simple man, but what he did tell me… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Every day is the same thing out the door Feel further away then ever before Some things in life, it gets too… — 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
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Now the wintertime is coming The windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody But I could not get across… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well, I don't know, but I've been told the streets in heaven are lined with gold. I ask you how things could… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
People are going to say, ‘Well, it’s not very truthful.’ But a songwriter doesn’t care about what’s truthful. What he cares about… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
A lot of people say there is no happiness in this life, and certainly there's no permanent happiness. But self-sufficiency creates happiness.… — 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
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well the book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, the law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not… — 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
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
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
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
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
She speaks with a stutter and she and she walks with a hop. I don't know why I love her, but I just can't… — Bob Dylan Copy Share
The man in the coon skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, you've only got ten. — Bob Dylan Copy Share
