Slow Train Coming

Thunder On The Mountain

Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.

Listen to Desolation Row

Biograph

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

Saved

Blood In My Eyes

Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced The cause was there before we came.

Dylan & The Dead

Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

John Wesley Harding

Jokerman

Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.

Before The Flood

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man;
like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand

Blonde On Blonde

Tangled Up In Blue

Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense;
I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it

Highway 61 Revisited

Must Be Santa

If you want to live easy Baby pack your clothes with mine