Leopard-skin Pill-box Hat (John Mellencamp) Bob Dylan

Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin' like that Under

Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - October 1992) John Mellencamp

Well, I see you got your brand new leopard skin pill box hat Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard skin pill box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin' like that Under

LEOPARD-SKIN PILL-BOX HAT Bob Dylan

LEOPARD-SKIN PILL-BOX HAT Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels

Leopard-Skin-Phil-Box Hat (Alternate Take) Bob Dylan

Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin` like that Under

STACK A LEE Bob Dylan

All about that John B. Stetson hat. Stack-A-Lee walked to the bar-room, and he called for a glass of beer, Turned around to Billy Lyons, said, "What are you doin' here?"

JOHN BROWN Bob Dylan

JOHN BROWN John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore. His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all.

JOHN WESLEY HARDING Bob Dylan

JOHN WESLEY HARDING John Wesley Harding Was a friend to the poor, He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.

Roll On John Bob Dylan

of day Another bottle's empty Another penny spent He turned around and he slowly walked away They shot him in the back and down he went Shine your light, move it on, you burn so bright, roll on John

Stones In My Passway John Mellencamp

And I have a bird to sing Have a bird to whistle And I have a bird to sing I got a woman that I'm lovin' Boy, she don't mean a thing My enemies have betrayed me Have overtaken poor Bob

Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues Bob Dylan

So I run down most hurriedly And joined up with the John Birch Society, I got me a secret membership card And started off a-walkin' down the road. Yee-hoo, I'm a real John Bircher now!

Leopard And Lamb John Grant

look back I cannot fathom how we dragged on for so long And I think we both know which one of us was wrong But now I'm asked to act as if I didn't feel Anything from you, my friend, and it's a bitter pill

Talking New Bob Dylan Loudon Wainwright III

Hey, Bob Dylan, I wrote you a song Today is your birthday if I'm not wrong If I'm not mistaken, you're 50 today How are you doin', Bob? What do you say?

Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie (Live) Bob Dylan

you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box

Bob Dylan's Blues Bob Dylan

track See no sports car run I don't have no sports car And I don't even care to have one I can walk anytime around the block Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me Up and down the street With my hat

Bob Dylan Blues Syd Barrett

Got the Bob Dylan blues And the Bob Dylan shoes And my clothes and my hair's in a mess But you know I just couldn't care less Gonna write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong Got God and my girl

Bob Dylan Nine Days

Bob Dylan Bobby's in the basement making his movie, He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy.

Bob Dylan Blowin\' In The Wind

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannonballs fly Before they\'re forever ba...

Bob Dylan Nine Days

It's just like Bob Dylan says... Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know. If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it.

Bob Dylan Sanjosex

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Bob Dylan Eppu Normaali

Dylan on Messias Dylan on vapahtaja Dylan meidät pelastaa Nyt mennään Dylania kumartamaan C'mon c'mon mennään Dylania kumartamaan C'mon mennään Dylania kumartamaan C'mon mennään Dylania kumartamaan (maan

Troubled Man John Mellencamp

It's the wake of all evil A universal mess I've always found trouble Even at my best No hopes to get better Until they put me down to rest I am a troubled man Anxiety and sorrow Underneath my skin Self

ODDS AND ENDS Bob Dylan

said You promised to love me, but what do I know You're always spillin' juice on me like you got someplace to go Odds and ends, odds and ends Lost time is not found again Now, I've had enough, my box

Where The World Began (Album Version) John Mellencamp

I'm tired of being grateful for a chance to take a dive I'm sick of everything I do just to keep myself alive When you cut away the skin that bears the brand Standin' in the darkness, Baby, there I am

Bob Dylan's Dream Bob Dylan

Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat, I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

Yazoo Street Scandal Bob Dylan

Then she took a pill She washed her feet in the mud She said "look out son, You know, I just ordered a flood For forty days and forty nights". Then I dropped my shoes, Eliza called my name.

SAVING GRACE Bob Dylan

By this time I'd-a thought I would be sleeping In a pine box for all eternity. My faith keeps me alive, but I still be weeping For the saving grace that's over me.

Bob Dylan s Blues Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan's Blues Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto They are ridin' down the line Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles Ev'rybody's 'cept mine Somebody musta tol' 'em That I was doin' fine.

Bob Dylan`s Blues Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan's Blues Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto They are ridin' down the line Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles Ev'rybody's 'cept mine Somebody musta tol' 'em That I was doin' fine.

GOSPEL PLOW Bob Dylan

Mary, Mark and Luke and John, All these prophets so good and gone, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on, Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.

LITTLE SADIE Bob Dylan

I began to think what a deed I'd done, I grabbed my hat and I began to run.

The So-Called Free John Mellencamp

used to call me a mean ol' daddy But what made me mad was worse You were just as crazy Just as crazy as me Two monsters laid out naked don't makе no family [Chorus] And we both saw the danger Likе the skin

John Brown (Live at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY - November 1994) Bob Dylan

John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore. His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all. His mama's face broke out all in a grin.

ONLY A PAWN IN THEIR GAME Bob Dylan

You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain.

IN SEARCH OF LITTLE SADIE Bob Dylan

I grabbed my hat and I began to run. I made a god run but I ran too slow; They overtook me down in Jericho Standing on a corner a ringin' my bell, Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.

ON THE ROAD AGAIN Bob Dylan

Well, I go to pet your monkey I get a face full of claws I ask who's in the fireplace And you tell me Santa Claus The milkman comes in He's wearing a derby hat Then you ask why I don't live here

OXFORD TOWN Bob Dylan

and clubs followed him down All because his face was brown Better get away from Oxford Town Oxford Town around the bend He come in to the door, he couldn't get in All because of the color of his skin

Bob Dylan s Dream Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan's Dream While riding on a train goin' west I feel asleep for take my a rest I dreamed a dream that make me sad Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

TELL ME, MOMMA Bob Dylan

Hey, John, come and get me some candy goods Shucks, it sure feels like it's in the woods Spend some time on your January trips You got tombstone moose up and your brave-yard whips If you're anxious

CAN YOU PLEASE CRAWL OUT YOUR WINDOW? Bob Dylan

Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed Are you frightened of the box you keep him in While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange Their religion of the little ten women That

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? (Mono Single Version) Bob Dylan

Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed Are you frightened of the box you keep him in While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange Their religion of the little ten women That

LO AND BEHOLD! Bob Dylan

I found myself a vacant seat An' I put down my hat. "What's the matter, Molly, dear, What's the matter with your mound?" "What's it to ya, Moby Dick? This is chicken town!" Lo and behold!

Ruben Remus Bob Dylan

Wrote a letter this mornin', Put it in your hat, 'Cause no one to read it And I know you knew that. I bought a joke, a trick or two, Just to bring and show you, Caught ya with the trickster too.

Black Diamond Bay Bob Dylan

Up on the white veranda She wears a necktie and a Panama hat. Her passport shows a face From another time and place She looks nothin' like that.

Up On Cripple Creek Bob Dylan

one thing in the whole wide world I sure would like to see That's when that little love of mine Dips her doughnut in my tea [Chorus] Now me and my mate were back at the shack We had Spike Jones on the box

OUTLAW BLUES Bob Dylan

She's a brown-skin woman, But I Love her just the same.

WORLD GONE WRONG Bob Dylan

Pack up my suitcase, give me my hat, No use to ask me, baby, 'cause I'll never be back. I can't be good no more, once like I did before.

My Wife's Home Town Bob Dylan

put me down I just wanna say that hell's my wife's home town Well there's reasons for that, and reasons for this I can't think of any just now, but I know they exist I'm sittin in the sun 'till my skin

NORTH COUNTRY BLUES Bob Dylan

And my schooling was cut As I quit in the spring To marry John Thomas, a miner. Oh the years passed again And the givin' was good, With the lunch bucket filled every season.

KINGSPORT TOWN Bob Dylan

sheriff on my trail High sheriff on my trail, boys High sheriff on my trail All because I'm falling for A curly-headed dark-eyed girl Who's a-gonna stroke your cold black hair And sandy colored skin

DUSTY OLD FAIRGROUNDS Bob Dylan

Get the dancing girls in front, get the gambling show behind, Hear that old music box a-banging.