Mothers tell your children not to do the things I have done, to spend my life in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun.
Bob DylanShe took off her wheel, took off her bell, took off her wig, said, how do I smell? I hot footed it barenaked out the window.
Bob DylanThey say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and then they make you king.
Bob Dylan