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by Bob Dylan Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin’ my way. Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin’ my way. I say, “Lord, have mercy, mama, It sure is good to see you comin’ today.” Down along the cove, I spied my little bundle of joy. Down along [...]
by Bob Dylan I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, Alive as you or me, Tearing through these quarters In the utmost misery, With a blanket underneath his arm And a coat of solid gold, Searching for the very souls Whom already have been sold. “Arise, arise,” he cried so loud, In a voice without restraint, [...]
by Bob Dylan There was a wicked messenger From Eli he did come, With a mind that multiplied The smallest matter. When questioned who had sent for him, He answered with his thumb, For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter. He stayed behind the assembly hall, It was there he made his [...]
“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 wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.” “No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke, [...]
by Bob Dylan As I went out one morning To breathe the air around Tom Paine’s, I spied the fairest damsel That ever did walk in chains. I offer’d her my hand, She took me by the arm. I knew that very instant, She meant to do me harm. “Depart from me this moment,” I [...]
by Bob Dylan I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would’ve stayed home, Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone. That man whom with his fingers cheats And who lies with ev’ry breath, Who passionately hates his life And likewise, fears his death. I [...]
by Bob Dylan Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest, They were the best of friends. So when Frankie Lee needed money one day, Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens And placed them on a footstool Just above the plotted plain, Sayin’, “Take your pick, Frankie Boy, My loss will be your gain.” Well, [...]
by Bob Dylan I am a lonesome hobo Without family or friends, Where another man’s life might begin, That’s exactly where mine ends. I have tried my hand at bribery, Blackmail and deceit, And I’ve served time for ev’rything ‘Cept beggin’ on the street. Well, once I was rather prosperous, There was nothing I did [...]
by Bob Dylan John Wesley Harding Was a friend to the poor, He trav’led with a gun in ev’ry hand. All along this countryside, He opened a many a door, But he was never known To hurt a honest man. ‘Twas down in Chaynee County, A time they talk about, With his lady by his [...]
by Bob Dylan Dear landlord, Please don’t put a price on my soul. My burden is heavy, My dreams are beyond control. When that steamboat whistle blows, I’m gonna give you all I got to give, And I do hope you receive it well, Dependin’ on the way you feel that you live. Dear landlord, [...]