They Killed Him - Bob Dylan
They Killed Him there was a man named mahatama gandi he would not bow down he would not fighthw knew the deal was down and dirty and nothing could make it right away but he knew his d Bob Dylan They Killed Him
They Killed Him there was a man named mahatama gandi he would not bow down he would not fighthw knew the deal was down and dirty and nothing could make it right away but he knew his d Bob Dylan They Killed Him
He Was A Friend Of Mine he was a friend of mine he was a friend of mine every time i think about him now lord i just can't keep from cryin' 'cause he was a friend of Bob Dylan He Was A Friend Of Mine
Farewell Angelina farewell angelina the bells of the crown are being stolen by bandits i must follow the sound the triangle tingles and the trumpet play slow farewell angelina the s Bob Dylan Farewell Angelina
Pledging My Time well, early in the mornin' 'til late at night, i got a poison headache, but i feel all right. i'm pledging my time to you, hopin' you Bob Dylan Pledging My Time
Mary Ann oh fare thee well my own true love fare thee well but for a while the ship is waitin' an' the wind blows high an' i am bound away for the sea, Bob Dylan Mary Ann
Billy 1 there's guns across the river aimin' at ya lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya billy Bob Dylan Billy 1
Alberta #1 alberta let your hair hang low alberta let your hair hang low i'll give you more gold than your apron can hold if you'd only let your hair hang low Bob Dylan Alberta #1
Little Maggie 1. oh, where is little maggie over yonder she stands, rifle on her shoulder, six-shooter in her hand. 2. how can i ever stand it, just to see them two blue eyes, Bob Dylan Little Maggie
Born in Time in the lonely night in the blinking stardust of a pale blue light youre comin thru to me in black and white when we were made of dreams. youre blowing down the shaky str Bob Dylan Born in Time
Visions Of Johanna ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? we sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our b Bob Dylan Visions Of Johanna