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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
[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
music make you fly Close my eyes and take a ride inside Feel the breeze blow by, I'm getting' you high Bob Nesta said it best, everything will 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
my eyes and take a ride inside Feel the breeze blow by, I'm getting' you high Bob Nesta said it best everything will make I listened' to the wind
recording Now she feels unimportant and your daddy’s been going through it Since he lost his mother The least you could do is call him and show him, you