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Things Have Changed – Bob Dylan

A worried man with a worried mind / No one in front of me and nothing behind / There’s a woman on my lap and she’s drinking champagne / Got white skin, got assassin’s eyes

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Highway 61 Revisited – Bob Dylan

Oh God said to Abraham, kill me a sonAbe said man you must be puttin me onGod said no, Abe said whatGod said you can do what you want Abe butNext time you see me coming you better runWell, Abe said where you want this killin doneGod said out on highway 61Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose,they wouldnt give him no clothesHe asked poor Howard, where can I goHoward said theres only one place i knowSam said tell me quick man I got to runOh Howard just pointed with his gunAnd said that way down highway 61Well, Mack the finger said to Louis the kingI got fourty red, white and blue shoestringsAnd a thousand telephones that dont ringDo you know where I can get rid of these thingsAnd Louis the king said let me think for a minute sonAnd he said yes, I think it can be easily doneJust take everything down to highway 61Now, the fifth daughter on the twelfth nightTold the first father that things were’nt rightMy complexion she says is much too whiteHe said come here and step into the lightHe said h’mm you’re right,Let me tell the second mother this has been doneBut the second mother was with her seventh sonAnd they were both out on highway 61Now the roving gambler, he was very boredTrying to create our next world warHe found a promoter who nearly fell on the floorHe said I’ve never engaged in this kind of thing beforeBut yes I think it can be very easily doneWe’ll just put some bleachers out in the sunAnd head out on highway 61

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Sara – Bob Dylan

I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,When the children were babies and played on the beach.You came up behind me, I saw you go by,You were always so close and still within reach.Sara, Sara,Whatever made you want to change your mind?Sara, Sara,So easy to look at, so hard to define.I can still see them playin’ with their pails in the sand,They run to the water their buckets to fill.I can still see the shells fallin’ out of their handsAs they follow each other back up the hill.Sara, Sara,Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,Sara, Sara,Radiant jewel, mystical wife.Sleepin’ in the woods by a fire in the night,Drinkin’ white rum in a Portugal bar,Them playin’ leapfrog and hearin’ about Snow White,You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.Sara, Sara,It’s all so clear, I could never forget,Sara, Sara,Lovin’ you is the one thing I’ll never regret.I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells,I’d taken the cure and had just gotten through,Stayin’ up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,Writin’ “Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” for you.Sara, Sara,Wherever we travel we’re never apart.Sara, oh Sara,Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.How did I meet you? I don’t know.A messenger sent me in a tropical storm.You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snowAnd on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.Sara, oh Sara,Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress,Sara, Sara,You must forgive me my unworthiness.Now the beach is deserted except for some kelpAnd a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore.You always responded when I needed your help,You gimme a map and a key to your door.Sara, oh Sara,Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow,Sara, oh Sara,Don’t ever leave me, don’t ever go.

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License to Kill – Bob Dylan

Man thinks ‘cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please / And if things don’t change soon, he will / Oh, man has invented his doom / First step was touching the moon

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She Belongs to Me – Bob Dylan

She’s got everything she needs / She’s an artist, she don’t look back / She’s got everything she needs / She’s an artist, she don’t look back

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