But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked.

From the fool’s gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying.

But I was so much older then I’m younger than that now.

Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out, the saints are comin’ through And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I’ll be gone You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on Don’t think twice, it’s all right

The order is Rapidly fadin’. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin’.

Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’, But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’, And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man?… The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, The answer is blowin’ in the wind.