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Bob Dylan - Live on Air, Volume One - It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
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
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out, the saints are coming through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
The sky too is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

All your seasick sailors, they're all rowing home
Your empty-handed army is all going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet too is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

Leave your stepping stones behind there, something calls for you
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue