One more cup of coffee for the road One more cup of coffee 'fore I go To the valley below Your breath is sweet Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky Your back is straight, your hair is smooth On the pillow where you lie But I don't sense affection No

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

To be alone with you Just you and me Now won't you tell me true Ain't that the way it oughta be To hold each other tight The whole night through Everything is always right When I'm alone with you At the close of the day

Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to

King of the streets, child of clay What made them want to come and blow you away Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him

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

Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" God said, "No" Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but The next time you see me comin', you better run" Well, Abe said, "Where d'you want this

'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you Throw my ticket out the window Throw my suitcase out there, too Throw my troubles out the door I don't need them any more I should have left this town this morning But it was more than I could do Oh, your love

She gone with the man in the long black coat Crickets are chirpin' the water is high There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry Window wide open African trees Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze Not a word of goodbye not even a note

The cavalries charged When God's on your side Oh my name it ain't nothin' My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I was taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that land that I live in