Someone’s got it in for me They’re planting stories in the pr… Whoever it is I wish they’d cut i… But when they will I can only gue… They say I shot a man named Gray

Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true… I’m sailin’ away in the morning Is there something I can send you… From the place that I’ll be landi… No, there’s nothin’ you can send m…

How many roads must a man walk dow… Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sa… Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n’ how many times must the c…

Down the street the dogs are barki… And the day is a-gettin’ dark As the night comes in a-fallin’ The dogs’ll lose their bark An’ the silent night will shatter

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child’s ba… Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon

Oh my name it ain’t nothin’— My age it means less— The country I come from Is called the Midwest. I’s taught and brought up there

With your mercury mouth in the mis… And your eyes like smoke and your… And your silver cross, and your vo… Oh, who do they think could bury y… With your pockets well protected a…

Love that’s pure hopes all things, Believes all things, won’t pull no… Won’t sneak up into your room, tal… Capture your soul and hold it for… You don’t want a love that’s pure

If today was not a crooked highway… If tonight was not a crooked trail… If tomorrow wasn’t such a long tim… Then lonesome would mean nothing t… Yes, 'n’ only if my own true love…

William Zanzinger killed poor Hat… With a cane that he twirled round… At a Baltimore hotel society gath… And the cops was called in and his… As they rode him in custody down t…

Come gather ’round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon

She’s got everything she needs She’s an artist, she don’t look ba… She’s got everything she needs She’s an artist, she don’t look ba… She can take the dark out of the n…

In the time of my confession, in t… When the pool of tears beneath my… There’s a dyin’ voice within me re… Toiling in the danger and in the m… Don’t have the inclination to look…

My love she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesn’t have to say she’s fait… Yet she’s true, like ice, like fir… People carry roses

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,