Bob Dylan
American folk and rock singer-songwriter, born in Duluth, Minnesota.
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin'if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend. When I was down, you just stood there grinning.
If I catch my opponents ever sleepin', I'll just slaughter 'em where they lie.
I had to say something to strike him very weird so I yelled out "I like Fidel Castro and his beard."
How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?
Don't ask me nothin' about nothin'. I just might tell you the truth.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
I helped her out of a jam, I guess, but I used a little too much force...
How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?
Stay, lady, stay. Stay while the night is still ahead.
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown.
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
Take your clothes, put 'em in a sack. You goin' down the road, baby, and you cant come back. Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more.
People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around — the music and the ideas.
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine.
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.