Bob Dylan Lyrics

I’ve Made Up My Mind To Give Myself To You By Bob Dylan I’m sittin’ on my terrace, lost in the stars Listening to the sounds of the sad guitars

Black Rider By Bob Dylan Black rider, black rider, you’ve been living too hard Been up all night, have to stay on your guard The path that you’re walking, too

Goodbye Jimmy Reed By Bob Dylan I live on a street named after a Saint Women in the churches wear powder and paint Where the Jews, and Catholics, and the

Mother Of Muses By Bob Dylan Mother of Muses sing for me Sing of the mountains and the deep dark sea Sing of the lakes and the nymphs of the

Crossing The Rubicon By Bob Dylan I crossed the Rubicon on the 14th day Of the most dangerous month of the year At the worst time, at the worst place

Key West (Philosopher Pirate) By Bob Dylan McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled Doctor said, “McKinley, death is on the wall ‪Say it to me, if you got something to confess” ‪I

My Own Version of You By Bob Dylan All through the summers, into January I’ve been visiting mosques and monasteries Looking for the necessary body parts Limbs and livers and

False Prophet By Bob Dylan Another day that don’t end Another ship goin’ out Another day of anger, bitterness, and doubt I know how it happened I saw it begin

I Contain Multitudes By Bob Dylan Today, tomorrow, and yesterday, too The flowers are dyin’ like all things do Follow me close, I’m going to Balian Bali I’ll lose my

Murder Most Foul By Bob Dylan It was a dark day in Dallas, November ’63 A day that will live on in infamy President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high Good day