You’re the kind of woman I just don’t understand. You’re takin’ all my money and give it to another man.
-Bob Dylan, You’re No Good

Well, in my time of dying don’t want nobody to mourn. All I want for you to do is take my body home. Well, well, well, so I can die easy.
-Bob Dylan, In My Time Of Dyin’

Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
-Bob Dylan, In My Time Of Dyin’

Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air. If these wings should fail to me…
-Bob Dylan, In My Time Of Dyin’

Lord, in my time of dying don’t want nobody to cry. All I want you to do is take me when I die.
-Bob Dylan, In My Time Of Dyin’

If I had known how bad you’d treat me, honey, I never would have come.
-Bob Dylan, Man Of Constant Sorrow

Well, I don’t mind dying. But I hate to leave my children crying…
-Bob Dylan, Fixin’ To Die

I look over yonder to that burying ground. Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down…
-Bob Dylan, Fixin’ To Die

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord. I believe I’m fixing to die.
-Bob Dylan, Fixin’ To Die

Well, I’ll do anything in this godalmighty world if you just let me follow you down.
-Bob Dylan, Baby, Let Me Follow You Down

I was born in Dixie in a boomer shed, just a little shanty by the railroad track. Freight train was it taught me how to cry; the holler of the driver was my lullaby.
-Bob Dylan, Freight Train Blues

I’m out here a thousand miles from my home, walking a road other men have gone down. I’m seeing a new world of people and things, hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings.
-Bob Dylan, Song To Woody

I’m leaving tomorrow but I could leave today… Somewhere down the road, someday. The very last thing that I’d want to do is to say I’ve been hitting some hard traveling, too.
-Bob Dylan, Song To Woody

Did you ever hear that coffin sound? Means another poor boy is underground.
-Bob Dylan, See That My Grave is Kept Clean

Did you ever hear them church bells toll? Means another poor boy is dead and gone.
-Bob Dylan, See That My Grave is Kept Clean

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
Now I believe what the Bible told.
-Bob Dylan, See That My Grave is Kept Clean

There’s just one last favor I’ll ask for you…see that my grave is kept clean.
-Bob Dylan, See That My Grave is Kept Clean

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road.
-Bob Dylan, Rocks And Gravel

Takes a good woman, mama, to satisfy my weary soul.
-Bob Dylan, Rocks And Gravel

Well, the way I love that woman, I swear it’s bound to get me killed.
-Bob Dylan, Down The Highway

Yes, I been gamblin’ so long, Lord, I ain’t got much more to lose. Right now, I’m havin’ trouble. Please don’t take away my highway shoes.
-Bob Dylan, Down The Highway

Well, I’m bound to get lucky, baby. Or I’m bound to die tryin’.
-Bob Dylan, Down The Highway

Well I just wanna ask you, if you seen that gal of mine, don’t the clouds look lonesome shining across the sea?
Don’t my gal look good, when she’s comin’ after me?
-Bob Dylan, Rocks And Gravel

When I go to my grave my head will be high…
-Bob Dylan, Let Me Die In My Footsteps