If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars.

Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.

your problem is that wanna better word for world

[Bob Dylan] was rarely tender and seldom reached out to anticipate another's needs.

A lot of people can't stand touring but to me it's like breathing. I do it because I'm driven to do it.

Back seat drivers don’t know the feel of the wheel but they sho’ know how to make a fuss" Bob Dylan/Bonnie Raitt, “Let’s Keep It Between Us,” 1982

Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.