Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride/ You will not die, its not poison -Tombstone Blues

She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

You always got to be prepared but you never know for what.

I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail, and deceit. And I've served time for everything, cept beggin on the street.

There were only a few seats left in coach and Bob found himself seated next to a young female fan. 'I can't believe I'm sitting next to Bob Dylan!' she screamed.'Pinch yourself,' said Bob."

Proud to steal her anything she sees, but you will wind up peeking through her key hole down upon your knees.

The exploitation and superficiality of mainstream America is the object not of [Bob] Dylan's hipster scorn, but of an apocalyptic parable of holy fools and righteous thieves - the kind of imagery that Dylan's later work would explore more fully.