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1962
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1963
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1964
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1965
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1966
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1969
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1970
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1971
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1973
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1974
Blood on the Tracks
1975
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1975
Desire
1976
Street-Legal
1978
One More Cup Of Coffee
1978
Slow Train Coming
1979
Superstar Concert Series
1986
Fallen Angels
2016
The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan
1963
The Times They Are A-Changin'
1964
Bringing It All Back Home
1965
Blonde on Blonde
1966
Nashville Skyline
1969
New Morning
1970
Self Portrait
1971
Dylan
1973
Planet Waves
1974
Blood on the Tracks
1975
The Basement Tapes
1975
Desire
1976
Street-Legal
1978
One More Cup Of Coffee
1978
Slow Train Coming
1979
Superstar Concert Series
1986
Fallen Angels
2016
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Bob Dylan
1962 -
The Freewheelin΄ Bob Dylan
1963 -
The Times They Are A-Changin΄
1964 -
Bringing It All Back Home
1965 -
Blonde on Blonde
1966 -
Nashville Skyline
1969 -
New Morning
1970 -
Self Portrait
1971 -
Dylan
1973 -
Planet Waves
1974 -
Blood on the Tracks
1975 -
The Basement Tapes
1975 -
Desire
1976 -
Street-Legal
1978 -
One More Cup Of Coffee
1978 -
Slow Train Coming
1979 -
Superstar Concert Series
1986 -
Fallen Angels
2016
Bob Dylan - Talkin' New York / 1962
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Bob Dylan - Talkin' New York
Versuri/text:
"Ramblin' outa the wild West
Leavin' the towns I love the best
Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
'Til I come into New York town
People goin' down to the ground
Buildings goin' up to the sky
Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowin' snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then
I swung onto my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, "Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folk singers here"
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved m' sound
He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound
Dollar a day's worth
And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the union and paid m' dues
Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It didn't take too long to find out
Just what he was talkin' about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks 'n' knives
And they gotta cut somethin'
So one mornin' when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies
So long, New York
Howdy, East Orange".
Versuri/text:
"Ramblin' outa the wild West
Leavin' the towns I love the best
Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
'Til I come into New York town
People goin' down to the ground
Buildings goin' up to the sky
Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowin' snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then
I swung onto my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, "Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folk singers here"
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved m' sound
He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound
Dollar a day's worth
And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the union and paid m' dues
Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It didn't take too long to find out
Just what he was talkin' about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks 'n' knives
And they gotta cut somethin'
So one mornin' when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies
So long, New York
Howdy, East Orange".