Тексты песен «Bob Dylan»

Far between my finish sundown and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorways, thunder went crashing As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing...

The jingle bells are jingling The streets Aare white with snow The happy crowds are mingling But there's no one that I know I'm sure that you'll forgive me If I don't enthuse I guess I've got the Christmas...

How'd ya like to spend Christmas On Christmas Island? How'd ya like to spend the holiday Away across the sea? How'd ya like to spend Christmas On Christmas Island? How'd ya like to hang a stocking On a great big...

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Will help to make the season...

Everybody's asking why he couldn't adjust Adjust to what, a dream that bust? They took a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him That's what they did They said what's up is down, they said what isn't is They...

After a while we took in the clothes, Nobody said very much. Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants Which nobody really wanted to touch. Mama come in and picked up a book An' papa asked her what it...

After a while we took in the clothes Nobody said very much Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants Which nobody really wanted to touch Mama came in and picked up a book An' papa asked her what it was...

Every time my baby and me go up town Police come and they knock me down Cocaine all around my brain Hey baby better come here quick This old cocaine is making me sick Cocaine all around my brain Yonder comes my...

I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around now I'm all used up and I kind of feel turned around ?? I went to church on Sunday and she passed by and my love for her is taking such a long time to die God...

I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown I went to church on Sunday and she passed by My love for her is taking such a long time to die And I'm...

Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil Fill it with new made corn mash and never more you'll toil You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight...

Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil, Fill it with new-made corn mash and never more you'll toil. You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright, Watch them jugs a-filling In the pale moonlight...

Corrina, Corrina Gal, where you been so long? Corrina, Corrina Gal, where you been so long? I been worr'in' 'bout you, baby Baby, please come home I got a bird that whistles I got a bird that sings I got a bird that...

Just like old Saxophone Joe When he's got the hogshead up on his toe Oh me, oh my Love that country pie. Listen to the fiddler play When he's playin' 'til the break of day Oh me, oh my Love that country pie. Rasberry,...

Covenant Woman got a contract with the Lord Way up yonder, great will be her reward Covenant woman, shining like a morning star I know I can trust you to stay anywhere you are. Yes and I just got to tell you I do...

Crash on the levee, mama Water's gonna overflow Swamp's gonna rise No boat's gonna row Now, you can train on down To Williams Point You can bust your feet You can rock this joint But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your...

Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith A nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't wanna have to be dealin' with But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile Well, I cried for...

Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside. They're drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide. I live in another world where life and death are memorized. Where the earth is...

Oh the benches were stained with tears and perspiration The birdies were flying from tree to tree There was little to say, there was no conversation As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree And the locusts sang...

I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise ? I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign And all the people...