Hopin’ you’ll come through, too I’m pledging my time Well, early in the mornin’ ’Til late at night I got a poison headache But I feel all right Well, the hobo got too high And it came down natur’lly

It's not dark yet, but it's getting there Shadows are falling and I been here all day It's too hot to sleep and time is running away Feel like my soul has turned into steel I've still got the scars that the sun didn't let me heal There's not even room

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Mama, take this badge away from me I don't need it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see Mama, take these guns and bury them in the ground For I can't shoot

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind 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? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon

I'm sick of love This kind of love I'm walking Through streets that are dead Walking with you in my head My feet are so tired

She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back Proud to steal her anything she sees She never stumbles She's got no place to fall Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her when her birthday comes She can take the dark out of the night

Could send her home again Ah, here she comes Here she comes, here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of the superbrain She'll scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook

Wight is Wight La-la-la-la-la-la Dylan is Dylan Viva Donovan C'est comme un soleil Dans le gris du ciel Wight is Wight, et

I like to spend some time in Mozambique The sunny sky is aqua blue And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek It's very nice to stay a week or two And maybe fall in love just me and you There's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique And plenty time for good

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're wide And the world is on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride Ring them bells Saint