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Freewheelin' Bob Dylan/Times They Are A-Changin'/Another Side of Bob Dylan (Bob Dylan) · The Collection: Another Side of Bob Dylan/Bringing It All Back Home/Highway 61 Revisited (Bob Dylan) · Pure Dylan: An Intimate Look at Bob Dylan (Bob Dylan) · Bob Dylan's Country Selection: Original Versions Of The Songs Dylan Covered (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Nod to Bob: An Artists' Tribute to Bob Dylan on His 60th Birthday (Eliza Gilkyson) · Is It Rolling Bob? A Reggae Tribute to Bob Dylan (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Is It Rolling Bob? A Reggae Tribute to Bob Dylan [DualDisc] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Listen to Bob Dylan: A Tribute Album (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Listen to Bob Dylan: A Tribute Album (Hutchinson, Hutch) · All Blues'd Up! (Tribute To Bob Dylan) (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in
Bob Dylan

Fare thee well, my own true love. I'm leavin' the first hour of the morn.
I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico and maybe the coast
Street
Where all the blues come home
And yes there's a rose that blooms at night

Now Jim he packed up all his bags and said
"It's time to get out of here"
the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool am I
Going off, getting
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
Don't be confused
You're back in time again
It's funny but it's true
They state your case
Praise your name and the last place
Where you lived without
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
Bob Dylan
Ever comtemplating, the charges I'm facing
My new-born son, I hope I see his graduation
Take him to the movies, by the cemetary
If my
(Bob Dylan)

Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
With an iron
I ain't trying to be facetious, but
"Vengeance is mine" said the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on death's door, breathing
clearly immune
We lead
Charmed lives

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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "V-Deep"
like you to meet my friend Bob
(Huh?)

Say hi Bob
(Hi Bob)
Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause Bob sits at home
to get Bob a "Dr." 
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her 
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her 
But ever since
to get Bob a "Dr." 
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her 
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her 
But ever since
to get Bob a "Dr." 
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her 
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her 
But ever since
you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job, cause Bob sits at home
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it was bad all along
Before
the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in their soul!
So "Untitled" it
never going to give up on that
Big romantic stuff

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*Written by Bob Geldof
*Taken from the album entitled
Life pours down into the neon heart (It's late at night)
Cement City is all a-spark (Yeah that's right)
The whores are loose and the dames are abroad
the album "Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof/Pete Briquette
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
home

All that shit that y'all talkin', y'all can pop it to them
'Cause Ludacris will beat you down with a prosthetic limb
I put my foot so deep in yo'