Quotations

Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song

It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind

Don’t think twice, it’s all right

You just kinda wasted my precious time

If you’re travelin’ in the north country fair

Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine

You that never done nothin’ but build to destroy

Oxford Town, Oxford Town, ev’rybody’s got their heads bowed down

All I really want to do is, baby, be friends with you

There’s seven people dead on a South Dakota farm

Is there something I can send you from across the sea

Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail

It ain’t me, babe, no, no, no, it ain’t me, babe

I was listenin’ to the postman, I was listenin’ to the rain

I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now

I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

He’s only a pawn in their game

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

The first one now will later be last

The times they are a-changin’

Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command

The flowered bones and hidden thoughts can no longer remain still

And the words that are used for to get the ship confused will not be understood as they’re spoken

The First World War, boys, it came and it went

Because something is happening here but you don’t know what it is, do you, Mister Jones?

They’re selling postcards of the hanging

There are no truths outside the Gates of Eden

God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”

Strike another match, go start anew

Even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked

He not busy being born is busy dying

Money doesn’t talk, it swears

I’m going back to New York City, I do believe I’ve had enough

How does it feel?

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

When you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose

She knows there’s no success like failure, and that failure’s no success at all

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

To dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?

The pump don’t work ’cause the vandals took the handles

You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

The sun’s not yellow, it’s chicken

To live outside the law you must be honest

I never asked for your crutch, now don’t ask for mine

I want you, I want you, I want you so bad

The guilty undertaker sighs, the lonesome organ grinder cries

Nobody feels any pain tonight as I stand inside the rain

She takes just like a woman, yes, she does

The judge is coming in, everybody rise

Fifteen jugglers and five believers, all dressed like men

I didn’t mean to treat you so bad, you shouldn’t take it so personal

Everybody must get stoned

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?

The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

The hour is getting late

There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, alive as you or me

Kick your shoes off, do not fear, bring that bottle over here

John Wesley Harding was a friend to the poor

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes

If you cannot bring good news, then don’t bring any

Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand, and rivers that ran through ev’ry day

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed

Tonight I’ll be staying here with you

Oh, the locusts sang, and they were singing for me

If dogs run free, then why not we

If not for you, babe, I couldn’t find the door

This must be the day that all of my dreams come true

He did it in Las Vegas, and he can do it here

Crash on the levee, mama, water’s gonna overflow

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released

I see my light come shining from the west unto the east

I’ll just sit here and watch the river flow

Someday, everything is gonna be diff’rent, when I paint my masterpiece

Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come

I hate myself for lovin’ you and the weakness that it showed

On a night like this, I sow the seeds

Something there is about you that strikes a match in me

Tough Mama, meat shakin’ on your bones

You angel you, you got me under your wing

Life is sad, life is a bust, all ya can do is do what you must

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth

It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier

Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha

Ooh, baby, ooh-ee, it’s that million dollar bash

Come in, she said, I’ll give ya shelter from the storm

Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’, I was layin’ in bed

We always did feel the same, we just saw it from a different point of view

This wheel’s on fire, rolling down the road

Well, it’s tough to talk to you, up there in the moonlight

You’re gonna make me lonesome when you go

Here comes the story of the Hurricane

Rubin Carter was falsely tried

Isis, oh, Isis, you mystical child

No llores, my dear, don’t cry

Sara, Sara, whatever made you want to change your mind?

Sixteen years, sixteen banners united over the field

I’ve seen all these decoys through a needle’s eye

Señor, señor, do you know where we’re headin’?

We better talk this over, maybe come to some kind of understanding

It may be the devil or it may be the Lord, but you’re gonna have to serve somebody

Don’t let me drift too far, keep me where you are, where I will always be renewed

Precious angel, under the sun, how was I to know you’d be the one

There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

How long can you falsify and deny what is real?

Are you ready to meet Jesus?

When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?

Shake the dust off of your feet, don’t look back

I was blinded by the devil, born already ruined

In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand

In the fury of the moment I can see the Master’s hand

Lenny Bruce is dead but his ghost lives on and on

Don’t ever have to be alone, or worry about the future

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar

I and I, in creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives

Freedom just around the corner for you, but with truth so far off, what good will it do?

All around, my revolution has been sung, all around, my story’s been told

The world's so packed with sinners, you'd think it was the end

What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

I can’t play the game no more, I can’t abide by their rules

Atlantic City, two years later, under the Viaduct

A million faces at my window, but I still can see no one

Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside

Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun

I’ll remember you, when I’ve forgotten all the rest

Lay down your weary tune, lay down

You always said, “When I go, I’ll go just like I came”

Trust yourself, trust yourself to know the way that will prove true in the end

If I’d thought about it, I never would have done it, I guess I would have let it slide

When the night comes falling from the sky, I hope that you’re ready to go

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content

You always said people don’t do what they believe in, they just do what’s most convenient, then they repent

There’s a whole lot of people seein’ double tonight

Broken heads, broken bottles, broken bones

Not a word of goodbye, not even a note

Most of the time, I’m clear focused all around

We live in a political world, love don’t have any place

Ring them bells, ye heathen, from the city that dreams

Seen a shooting star tonight, and I thought of you

What good am I if I’m like all the rest

What was it you wanted? Tell me again so I’ll know

In the cities of lonesome fear, there’s a wandering, a wandering soul

God knows you ain’t pretty, God knows it’s true

Nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell

Power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is

Farewell, Angelina, the sky is on fire

Let me die in my footsteps, before I go down under the ground

I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down or get upset

Nothing around me reminds me of home, except you

Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk

I was thinking of a series of dreams

Seven days, seven more days she’ll be comin’

Wallflower, wallflower, won’t you dance with me

Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed

I went into the city, I went looking for dignity

I’m twenty miles out of town, in cold irons bound

I’m lost in the Highlands, over the hills and far away

I’m sick of love, I wish I’d never met you

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

I was born here and I’ll die here against my will

It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

I’m beginning to hear voices and there’s no one around

Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door

When I was in Missouri, they would not let me be

I used to care, but things have changed

They say times are hard, if you don’t believe it you can keep it to yourself

High water risin’, the shacks are slidin’ down

Only one thing I did wrong, stayed in Mississippi a day too long

You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way

The leaves on the trees shake with irresistible appeal

Poor boy, in a hotel called the Palace of Gloom

Look up, look up, seek your Maker, ’fore Gabriel blows his horn

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’, through this weary world of woe

Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum

We all wear the same thorny crown

The place I love best is a sweet memory, it’s a new path that we trod

Heaven blazing in my head, I dreamt a monstrous dream

Beyond here lies nothin’, nothing but the moon and stars

Forgetful heart, like a walking shadow in my brain

I feel a change comin’ on, and the last part of the day is already gone

This dream of you, it keeps me living on

Can’t you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?

All the early Roman kings in their sharkskin suits

So much for tears, so much for these long and wasted years

It’s a long road, it’s a long and narrow way

I pay in blood, but not my own

Shine your light, move it on, you burned so bright, roll on, John

The pale moon rose in its glory, out on the Western town

Watch the direction of the wind, and beware of the rising flood

Black rider, black rider, hold it right there

I crossed the Rubicon, I stood between heaven and earth

I’m the enemy of the unlived meaningless life

Goodbye Jimmy Reed, goodbye, so long

I contain multitudes

I’m a man of contradictions, I’m a man of many moods

I’m giving myself to you, I am

Key West is the place to be, if you choose, if you choose

Mother of Muses, sing for me

Murder most foul

Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack

I’ll take the Scarface Pacino and the Godfather Brando

May you stay forever young

May your heart always be joyful, may your song always be sung

I’ve just reached a place where the willow don’t bend

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door

Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door

One more cup of coffee for the road

A simple twist of fate

The man in me will do nearly any task

Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin’