Sold My Guitar To The Baker's Son

Dead Man, Dead Man When Will You Arise? Cobwebs In Your Mind Dust Upon Your Eyes

The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

I'm Looking For A Woman Who's Head Is Mixed Up Like Mine.

The Woman I Love She Got A Prize Fighter Nose, Cauliflower Ears And A Run In Her Hose.

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.