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Bob Dylan - Live on Air, Volume One - Masters of War
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
Come, you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
While the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion
While the young peoples' blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world

For threatenin' my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned

But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?

I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon

I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead