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A beautiful, comprehensive volume of Dylan’s lyrics, from the beginning of his career through the present day—with the songwriter’s edits to dozens of songs, appearing here for the first time.

Bob Dylan is one of the most important songwriters of our time, responsible for modern classics such as “Like a Rolling Stone,” “Mr. Tambourine Man,” and “The Times They Are a-Changin’.” The Lyrics is a comprehensive and definitive collection of Dylan’s most recent writing as well as the early works that are such an essential part of the canon. Well known for changing the lyrics to even his best-loved songs, Dylan has edited dozens of songs for this volume, making The Lyrics a must-read for everyone from fanatics to casual fans.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781451648768
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Publication date: 11/01/2016
Pages: 688
Sales rank: 145,933
Product dimensions: 8.00(w) x 10.00(h) x 1.90(d)

About the Author

Bob Dylan has released thirty-eight studio albums, which collectively have sold over 120 million copies around the world. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature and has been awarded the French Legion of Honor, a Pulitzer Prize Special Citation, and the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the country’s highest civilian honor. His memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, spent a year on the New York Times bestseller list.

Date of Birth:

May 24, 1941

Place of Birth:

Duluth, MN

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Lyrics: 1961–2012

  • Ramblin’ outa the wild West

    Leavin’ the towns I love the best

    Thought I’d seen some ups and downs

    ’Til I come into New York town

    People goin’ down to the ground

    Buildings goin’ up to the sky

    Wintertime in New York town

    The wind blowin’ snow around

    Walk around with nowhere to go

    Somebody could freeze right to the bone

    I froze right to the bone

    New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years

    I didn’t feel so cold then

    I swung onto my old guitar

    Grabbed hold of a subway car

    And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride

    I landed up on the downtown side

    Greenwich Village

    I walked down there and ended up

    In one of them coffee-houses on the block

    Got on the stage to sing and play

    Man there said, “Come back some other day

    You sound like a hillbilly

    We want folk singers here”

    Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play

    Blowin’ my lungs out for a dollar a day

    I blowed inside out and upside down

    The man there said he loved m’ sound

    He was ravin’ about how he loved m’ sound

    Dollar a day’s worth

    And after weeks and weeks of hangin’ around

    I finally got a job in New York town

    In a bigger place, bigger money too

    Even joined the union and paid m’ dues

    Now, a very great man once said

    That some people rob you with a fountain pen

    It didn’t take too long to find out

    Just what he was talkin’ about

    A lot of people don’t have much food on their table

    But they got a lot of forks ’n’ knives

    And they gotta cut somethin’

    So one mornin’ when the sun was warm

    I rambled out of New York town

    Pulled my cap down over my eyes

    And headed out for the western skies

    So long, New York

    Howdy, East Orange

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    The Lyrics: 1961-2012 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    As he brushes her hair behind her ears.
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    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    *Awesome guitar music.* No time for goodbye, he said as he faded away. Dont put your life in someomes hands...their bound to steal it away. Dont hide your mistakes cause they they'll find you, burn you. Then said 'If you want to get out alive, run for your life! X2. *More awesome guitar music.* this is my last time, she said, as she faded away. Its hard to imagine, but one day...but you'll end up like me. Then she sai, 'If you want to get out alive, oooh run for your life. If you want to get alive..oohhh run for your life! X2. {If i stay, it wont be long till im burnin on the inside! If I go, I can only hope I make it to the other side!} *More awesome guitar music.* If you wanna get out alive, run for your life. X3. {}= repeat.
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