The sweetest girl in the world. Is my blue-eyed Jane.. We fell in love like turtledoves. While the moon was shining down.. I asked her then, I asked her when.
Crimson flames tied through my ears. Rollin' high and mighty traps. Pounced with fire on flaming roads. Using ideas as my maps. "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I.
Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come following you.
Who's got a beard. That's long and white?. Santa's got a beard. That's long and white. . Who comes around. On a special night?. Santa comes around. On a special night.
I knew a man bojangles and he'd dance for you. in worn out shoes. the silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants. that old soft shoe. he'd jump so high, he'd jump so high.
I pounded on a farmhouse. Lookin' for a place to stay.. I was mighty, mighty tired,. I had gone a long, long way.. I said, "Hey, hey, in there,. Is there anybody home?".
I like to spend some time in Mozambique. The sunny sky is aqua blue. And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek.. It's very nice to stay a week or two.
Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead. Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead. Motherless children run a hard road, a hard road, a hard road.
Most of the time, I'm clear focused all around. Most of the time, I can keep both feet on the ground. I can follow the path, I can read the signs. Stay right with it when the road unwinds.
You say you love me and you're thinkin' of me. But you know you could be wrong. You say you told me that you want to hold me. But you know you're not that strong.
You say you love me. And you're thinkin' of me,. But you know you could be wrong.. You say you told me. That you wanna hold me,. But you know you're not that strong..
Words and music by Bob Dylan. . The seasons they are turning and my sad heart is yearning. To hear again the songbird's sweet melodious tone. Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone.
I've been a moonshiner,. For seventeen long years,. I've spent all my money,. On whiskey and beer,. I go to some hollow,. And sit at my still. And if whiskey dont kill me,.
I got mixed up confusion. Man, it's a-killin' me. . Well, there's too many people. And they're all too hard to please. . Well, my hat's in my hand. Babe, I'm walkin' down the line.
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?. Who's gonna let it roll?. Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?. Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?.
Every step of the way, we walk the line. Your days are numbered, so are mine. Time is piling up, we struggle and we stray. We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape.
You took a part of me that I really miss. I keep asking myself how long it can go on like this. You told yourself a lie; that's all right mama, I told myself one too.
Well, that big dumb blonde. With her wheel gorged. Turtle, that friend of hers. With his checks all forged. And his cheeks in a chunk. With his cheese in the cash.
Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats,. Some are building monuments,. Others, jotting down notes,. Ev'rybody's in despair,. Ev'ry girl and boy.
Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha. Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha. Honey, we could be in Kansas. By time the snow begins to thaw.. . They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn.