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Bob Dylan The Freewheelin Bob Dylan

While riding on a train goin' west I fell asleep for to take my rest I dreamed a dream that made me sad Concerning myself and the first few friends I

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If?in you don?t know by now An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don't matter anyhow When your

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in this sand? Yes, an' how many

If you're travelin' in the North Country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love

sit in back off the tub, cost a quarter, half price Well, my telephone rang it would not stop It's President Kennedy callin' me up He said,"My friend, Bob

Well, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand Yes, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand Lord, I really miss my baby

: How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n

: Well, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand. Yes, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand. Lord, I really miss

: Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've