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Bob Dylan - Live on Air, Volume One - Bob Dylan’s Dream
Live on Air, Volume One
Disc 1
01. (I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle
02. Conversation
03. Fixin’ to Die
04. Conversation
05. Smokestack Lightning
06. Conversation
07. Hard Travelin’
08. Conversation
09. The Death of Emmett Till
10. Conversation
11. Standing on the Highway
12. Conversation
13. Roll On, John
14. Conversation
15. Stealin’ Stealin’
16. Conversation
17. Makes a Long Time Man Feel Bad
18. Conversation
19. Baby Please Don’t Go
20. Conversation
21. Hard Times in New York Town
Disc 2
01. Handsome Molly
02. Omie Wise
03. Poor Lazarus
04. Mean Old Railroad
05. Acne
06. Sally Girl
07. The Girl I Left Behind
08. The Ballad of Donald White
09. The Death of Emmett Till
10. Blowin’ in the Wind
11. Baby Let Me Follow You Down
12. Talkin’ John Birch Society Paranoid Blues
13. The Death of Emmett Till
14. Make Me a Pallet on Your Floor
Disc 3
01. Farewell
02. A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
03. Bob Dylan’s Dream
04. Boots of Spanish Leather
05. John Brown
06. Who Killed Davy Moore
07. Blowin’ in the Wind
08. Tomorrow Is a Long Time
09. Masters of War
10. Bob Dylan’s Blues
Disc 4
01. Girl From the North Country
02. Only a Hobo
03. The Times They Are A-Changing
04. Talkin’ World War 3 Blues
05. The Ballad of Hattie Carroll
06. Girl From the North Country
07. A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
08. Restless Farewell
09. Blowin’ in the Wind
10. Man of Constant Sorrow
11. Ballad of Hollis Brown
12. The Ballad of Hattie Carroll
13. It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
14. It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
15. I Threw It All Away
16. Living the Blues
17. Girl From the North Country
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 had

With half-damp eyes, I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm

Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove our hats was hung
Our words was told, our songs was sung
Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied

Jokin' and talkin' about the world outside

With hungry hearts through the heat and cold
We never much thought we could get very old
We thought we could sit forever in fun
And our chances really was a million to one

As easy, it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices there was few
So the thought never hit
At the one road we travelled, we ever shatter or split

How many a year has passed and gone?
Many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a first friend
And each one I've never seen again

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that