Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground.

Passion is a young man's game. Young people can be passionate. Older people gotta be more wise.

Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp

People tell me it's a sin, to know and feel too much within.

Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job.

I thought that he was righteous, but he's vain. Oh, somethings a telling me I wear the ball and chain.

Now the wintertime is coming The windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody But I could not get across Well, I wanna be your lover, baby I don't wanna be your boss Don't say I never warned you When your train gets lost.