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by Bob Dylan. Now, there's a certain thing. That I learned from Jim. That he'd always make sure I'd understand. And that is that there's a certain way. That a man must swim. If he expects to live off
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by Bob Dylan. Now, there's a certain thing. That I learned from Jim. That he'd always make sure I'd understand. And that is that there's a certain way. That a man must swim. If he expects to live off
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Crash on the levee, mama. Water's gonna overflow. Swamp's gonna rise. And no boat's gonna row. You can train on down. To Williams Point. You can bust your feet. You can rock this joint. But
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tiBlowing in the Wind. arBob Dylan. al. Blowing in the Wind. Written by Bob Dylan. Translated by . How many roads must a man walk down. Before you call him a man?. How many seas must a white dove
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan - All Along The Watchtower. "There must be some way out of here,". said the joker to the thief,. "There's too much confusion,. I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan - All Along The Watchtower. "There must be some way out of here,". said the joker to the thief,. "There's too much confusion,. I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my
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Bessie was more than just a friend of mine. We shared the good times with the bad. Now many a year has passed me by. I still recall the best thing I ever had I'm just goin' down the road t' see
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Stranded out in the night. Eliza took me down. To see the widow give. Rain to the town. It's against the law. To be a tonic man,. But the widow knows. She's got the upper hand. So I went on
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Yes, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn. I was lookin' around just to see who's born. I spied a little chicken down on his knees. I went up and yelled to him. "Please, please, please
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Well, that big dump blond. With her wheel in the gorge. Turtle, that friend of theirs. With his checks all forged. And his cheeks in a chunk. With his cheese in the cash. They're all gonna be
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I had a hard time waking this mornin'. I got a lotta things on my mind. Like those friends of yours, they keep bringing me down. Just hangin' 'round all the time I've had a hard time waking most
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We carried you in our arms. On Independence Day. And now you'd throw us all aside. And put us on our way. Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun. Would treat a father so. To wait upon him hand
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about to make her hard earned buck. I was there I believe where she'd stop him if she wants time to care. I believe that she'd look upon beside him to care. And I'd go by the Lord and when she's on my
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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
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Bài hát Like A Rolling Stone - The Band, Bob Dylan. Once upon a time you dressed so fine. Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?. People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'. You
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Nothing was delivered. And I tell this truth to you. Not out of spite or anger. But simply because it's true. Now, I hope you won't object to this. Giving back all of what you owe. The fewer
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I'm going down to Rose Marie's. She never does me wrong. She puts it to me plain as day. And gives it to me for a song. It's a wicked life but what the hell. But what that hell, oh everybody's
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I stand in awe and shake my face. You break your promise all over the place. You promised to love me but what do I see ?. Just you comin' in and spillin' juice over me. Odds and ends, odds and
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-huh. Now I wish to my soul I had seven years, uh-huh. Hey, if I fall on your buryin' ground. Didn't catch your name, but he had a hound. Bad on down there on the avenue, oh yeah Under that apple
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Well, I've already had two beers. I'm ready for the broom. Please, Missus Henry, won't you. Take me to my room?. I'm a good ol' boy. But I've been sniffin' too many eggs. Talkin' to too many
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Song The Love That Faded - Bob Dylan. The love that faded left me only tears. Days that were happy turned into lonely years. Vows that we made turned into lies. My life is empty, my lonely heart
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By Bob Dylan. . Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more. Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more. Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more. And ain't a-gonna grieve no more. . Come on brother
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Broke my heart, lost my soul. Adios,mi cora sole. Spanish is the loving tongue. Soft as music, light as spring. Bob Dylan. It was a girl i learned it from. Living down sonora way. Well, i don't look
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By Bob Dylan. . Well, I'm standin' on the highway. Tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to bum a ride,. Tryin' to bum a ride. Well, I'm standin' on the highway. Tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to bum a
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Song Girl From The North Country - Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan. If you're travelin' in the north country fair. Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline. Remember me to one who lives there. She once
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tiForgetful Heart. arBob Dylan. alTogether Through Life. Bob Dylan - Forgetful Heart. Forgetful heart. Lost your power of recall. Every little detail. You don't remember at all. The times we knew
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan "House Of The Rising Sun". There is a house down in new orleans. They call the risin' sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl. And me, oh god, i'm a-one. My mother was a
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ti. ar. al. Most of the time. Bob Dylan. 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
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan - On the Road Again. Well, I wake up in the morning. There's frogs inside my socks. Your mama, she's a-hidin'. Inside the icebox. Your daddy walks in wearin'. A Napoleon
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Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble. Ancient footprints are everywhere. You can almost think that you're seein' double. On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs Got to hurry on back
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Yes, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn. I was lookin' around just to see who's born. I spied a little chicken down on his knees. I went up and yelled to him. "Please, please, please
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tell. And you know that we shall meet again. If your mem'ry serves you well. This wheel's on fire. Rolling down the road,. Best notify my next of kin. This wheel shall explode If your mem'ry serves
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by Bob Dylan. Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement,. Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent. Felt around for the light switch, became nauseated. She was walking
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she is hidin'?. How long are we gonna be ridin'?. How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?. Will there be any comfort there, senor?. . There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck
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by Bob Dylan. William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll. With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger. At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. And the cops were called in and his
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ti. ar. al. Shooting Star. Bob Dylan. Oh Mercy. Seen a shooting star tonight. And I thought of you. You were trying to break into another world. A world I never knew. I always kind of wondered. If
