Pretty Boy Floyd Bob Dylan

If you'll gather 'round me children A story I will tell Of Pretty Boy Floyd an outlaw Oklahoma knew him well.

Pretty Peggy-O Bob Dylan

Well, as we marched down, as we marched down Well, as we marched down to Fennerio' Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove Her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O Well, what will your mother

Po' Boy Bob Dylan

Man came to the door, I say 'for whom were you lookin Says 'your wife', I say 'she's busy in the kitchen cookin'' Po' boy, where you been?

MINSTREL BOY Bob Dylan

MINSTREL BOY Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it roll? Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

Po` Boy Bob Dylan

Says 'your wife', I say 'she's busy in the kitchen cookin' Po' boy, where you been?

Pretty Saro (Unreleased, Self Portrait) Bob Dylan

Down in some lone valley In a sad lonesome place Where the wild birds do all Their notes to increase Farewell pretty Saro I bid you Adieu But I dream of pretty Saro Wherever I go Well my love she

Marchin' To The City Bob Dylan

Rule the earth and the skies Looking for nothing Anyone's eyes Once I had pretty girls Did me wrong Now I'm marching to the city And the road ain't long Snowflakes are falling Around my head Lord have

QUIT YOUR LOW DOWN WAYS Bob Dylan

QUIT YOUR LOW DOWN WAYS Oh, you can read out your Bible, You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama, And pray to the Lord But it ain't gonna do no good.

Beyond Here Lies Nothin' Bob Dylan

oh well I love you pretty baby you're the only love I've ever known just as long as you stay with me the whole world is my throne down here lies nothing, nothing we could call our own well, I'm

POOR BOY BLUES Bob Dylan

POOR BOY BLUES Mm, tell mama, Where'd ya sleep last night? Cain't ya hear me cryin'? Hm, hm, hm. Hey, tell me baby, What's the matter here? Cain't ya hear me cryin'? Hm, hm, hm.

Little Drummer Boy Bob Dylan

bring Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum To lay before the king Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Rum, a pum pum Rum, pa, pum, pum So to honor him Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum When we come Little baby Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum I am a poor boy

LITTLE MAGGIE Bob Dylan

Pretty flowers are made for blooming, Pretty stars are made to shine. Pretty girls are made for boy's love, Little Maggie was made for mine.

PLEASE, MRS. HENRY Bob Dylan

I'm a good ol' boy But I've been sniffin' too many eggs Talkin' to too many people Drinkin' too many kegs Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please!

LOVE HENRY Bob Dylan

Some pretty little girl in Cornersville I love far better than thee." He layed his head on a pillow of down. Kisses she gave him three.

Bob Dylan Nine Days

Bob Dylan Bobby's in the basement making his movie, He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy.

Bob Dylan 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? How many times must the cannonballs fly Before they\'re forever ba...

Bob Dylan Nine Days

It's just like Bob Dylan says... Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know. If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it.

Bob Dylan Eppu Normaali

Dylan on Messias Dylan on vapahtaja Dylan meidät pelastaa Nyt mennään Dylania kumartamaan C'mon c'mon mennään Dylania kumartamaan C'mon mennään Dylania kumartamaan C'mon mennään Dylania kumartamaan (maan

Bob Dylan Sanjosex

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WENT TO SEE THE GYPSY Bob Dylan

A pretty dancing girl was there, And she began to shout, "Go on back to see the gypsy. He can move you from the rear, Drive you from your fear, Bring you through the mirror.

UNDER THE RED SKY Bob Dylan

UNDER THE RED SKY There was a little boy and there was a little girl And they lived in an alley under the red sky.

Do You Hear What I Hear? Bob Dylan

see what I see Way up in the sky, little lamb, Do you see what I see A star, a star, dancing in the night With a tail as big as a kite With a tail as big as a kite Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy

Pretty boy floyd Melanie Safka

Title: Pretty Boy Floyd Artist: Melanie Safka [Written by Woody Gutherie] [1973] Come gather \'round me children, there\'s a story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew

Pretty Boy Floyd The Byrds

Well gather round children, a story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon as into town

MOONSHINER Bob Dylan

And set up my still And if whiskey don't kill Then I don't know what will I'll go to some bar room And drink with my friends Where the women can't follow And see what I spend God bless them pretty

MOZAMBIQUE Bob Dylan

There's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique And plenty time for good romance And everybody likes to stop and speak To give the special one you seek a chance Or maybe say hello with just a glance.

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean Bob Dylan

Did you ever hear that coffin sound Did you ever hear that coffin sound Did you ever hear that coffin sound Means another poor boy is underground.

The Boxer Bob Dylan

I'm just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squadered my resistance For a pocketful of numbles Such are promises, all lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the

BUCKETS OF RAIN Bob Dylan

I been meek And hard like an oak I seen pretty people disappear like smoke. Friends will arrive, friends will disappear, If you want me, honey baby, I'll be here.

BLACKJACK DAVEY Bob Dylan

"How old are you, my pretty little miss, How old are you, my honey?" She answered to him with a lovin' smile "I'll be sixteen come Sunday, Be sixteen come Sunday."

TWO SOLDIERS Bob Dylan

TWO SOLDIERS He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy, His voice was low with pain. "I'll do your bidding, comrade mine, If I ride back again.

You`re No Good Bob Dylan

After when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama After when you had no food to eat Now you\'re that kind of woman that just don\'t understand You\'re taking all my money and give it to another

You're No Good Bob Dylan

I helped you when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama I helped you when you had no food to eat.

DOWN ALONG THE COVE Bob Dylan

She said, "Lord, have mercy, honey, I'm so glad you're my boy!" Down along the cove, We walked together hand in hand. Down along the cove, We walked together hand in hand.

ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS Bob Dylan

On a night like this So glad you've come to stay Hold on to me, pretty miss Say you'll never go away to stray.

CANADEE-I-O Bob Dylan

She fell in love with a sailor boy, It's true she loved him well. For to go off to sea with him Like she did not know how, She longed to see that seaport town Of Canadee-i-o.

GOD KNOWS Bob Dylan

GOD KNOWS God knows you ain't pretty, God knows it's true. God knows there ain't anybody Ever gonna take the place of you.

My Wife's Home Town Bob Dylan

steal, make you rob Give you the hives, make you lose your job Make things bad, she can make things worse She got stuff more potent than a gypsy curse One of these days I'll end up on the run I'm pretty

GOING, GOING, GONE Bob Dylan

Grandma said, "Boy, go and follow your heart And you'll be fine at the end of the line. All that's gold isn't meant to shine. Don't you and your one true love ever part."

Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You Bob Dylan

I can hear that whistle blowin', I see that stationmaster, too, If there's a poor boy on the street, Then let him have my seat 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.

Tonight I'll Be Staying Here with You (Live at Montreal Forum, Montreal, Quebec - December 1975) Bob Dylan

I can hear that whistle blowin', I see that stationmaster, too, If there's a poor boy on the street, Then let him have my seat 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.

Tonight I'll Be Staying Here with You (Album Version) Bob Dylan

I can hear that whistle blowin', I see that stationmaster, too, If there's a poor boy on the street, Then let him have my seat 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.

SLOW TRAIN Bob Dylan

I had a woman down in Alabama, She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic, She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out, You could die down here, be just another

LEOPARD-SKIN PILL-BOX HAT Bob Dylan

see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin' like that Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you look so pretty

TOUGH MAMA Bob Dylan

The Lone Wolf went out drinking That was over pretty fast. Sweet Goddess Your perfect stranger's comin' in at last.

Leopard-skin Pill-box Hat (John Mellencamp) Bob Dylan

Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin' like that Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you look so pretty

Leopard-Skin-Phil-Box Hat (Alternate Take) Bob Dylan

Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin` like that Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you look so pretty

Quinn The Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn) Bob Dylan

Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats, Some are building monuments, Others, jotting down notes, Ev'rybody's in despair, Ev'ry girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, Ev'rybody's

QUINN, THE ESKIMO Bob Dylan

QUINN, THE ESKIMO Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats, Some are building monuments, Others, jotting down notes, Ev'rybody's in despair, Ev'ry girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo

The Mighty Quinn (Quinn, The Eskimo) Bob Dylan

Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats, Some are building monuments, Others, jotting down notes, Ev'rybody's in despair, Ev'ry girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, Ev'rybody's