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Elvis lives and Bob Dylan is dead
And OJ's wife's crawling back from the dead
Love is great
Oh yeah love is good
And my bed friend thinks that
Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Hughes Stadium, Colorado
University, Fort Collins, CO, 23 May 1976,
Transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
escape
She says you just can't live this way
And I close my eyes and I never say
I'm still having dreams

And on the worst days
When it feels like
(Bob Dylan)
When the rain is blowin' in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When
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
will make you bob a while
Grab a cutie, Duke her Bootee, bust a ?? box
That's my duty, girl please do me, don't try to cock block
Give nuff respect, I
to be like Bob Dylan
Until I discovered Moses
Saturday night and I was lying in my bed
The window was open and raindrops
Were bouncing off my head
disarm. 
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. 

It's just like Bob Dylan says
Stop depression of my own walk the only road I
Fill her with fluff
Hope you make her shine
Hope she shines for you
Where I failed myself
If he loves you more
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
B.O.B., B.O.B. can't serve you breakfast in bed
Oh no (he can't) bathe your body
(He can't) rub your feet (he can't)
He can't compete with my love
(So
wrong with Santa Claus?] 
[Bob: There's nothing wrong with Santa Claus, but...] 
[Anything Muppet #1: Don't you like Christmas?] 
[Bob: Oh, I love
Tried to write you a love song
In the middle of the night
Everything rhymed, but it didn't feel quite right
Anyway, that's all we need
Is another
call a pimp
That's what I call a gangsta
To the fullest, shit

I'm tryin' to make more cream
By every step to September 14th
That's my dream
So I
to throw that sweet memory away
The book by Fitzgerald that I bought for your birthday
Is packed in a box with my love letters you saved
And you're taking
Words by Jen Foster & Kathy Scott
Music by Jen Foster

Black is only black until you light a candle
Stone is only stone until you take a hammer
and a ramblin' rose! 

 
I love the dear hearts . . . an' gentle people, 
Who shout a friendly 'Hi' . . . 
When they go passin' by . . . 
Who live an' love in my
every joy that I hope I make you feel, and I hear 
This is as real as it gets y'all. 
It don't get no realer than this. 
This is as real as it gets girl.
[Originally by Bob Dylan]

Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want babe
I'm not the one you need

You say
and my family
Together makes good comedy for TV (hey)
Drunk again, drunk again, drunk again
Uncle Bob is?
Lemonade, lemonade, lemonade
It cools you down
know Tibbs, you don't know me

Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps



[Chorus: RZA]


Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make
design
So intricate like hand spun rugs
They say they talking outside
But I hear no love
I feel the shots in my back
But there's no slugs
I brush
the curse
The first to date and there you are, Bobalob
Lord forgive him, we all have sinned
But Bob's a good dude, please let him in
And if you feel in my
Unrestrainable, nonchangeable M.O.P.
From the dark side my family provide knowledge
To determine if niggaz like you can live or die on the street

This is
something to cut in case you has to

If he was on the island he'd probably rob a millionaire
And be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here
These clever