| Song | Dignity |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits, Vol. 3 |
| Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel | |
| Thin man lookin’ at his last meal | |
| Hollow man lookin’ in a cottonfield | |
| For dignity | |
| Wise man lookin’ in a blade of grass | |
| Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass | |
| Poor man lookin’ through painted glass | |
| For dignity | |
| Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve | |
| Somebody said dignity was the first to leave | |
| I went into the city, went into the town | |
| Went into the land of the midnight sun | |
| Searchin’ high, searchin’ low | |
| Searchin’ everywhere I know | |
| Askin’ the cops wherever I go | |
| Have you seen dignity? | |
| Blind man breakin’ out of a trance | |
| Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance | |
| Hopin’ to find one circumstance | |
| Of dignity | |
| I went to the wedding of Mary Lou | |
| She said, “I don’t want nobody see me talkin’ to you” | |
| Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew | |
| About dignity | |
| I went down where the vultures feed | |
| I would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need | |
| Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men | |
| Wasn’t any difference to me | |
| Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade | |
| House on fire, debts unpaid | |
| Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid | |
| Have you seen dignity? | |
| Drinkin’ man listens to the voice he hears | |
| In a crowded room full of covered-up mirrors | |
| Lookin’ into the lost forgotten years | |
| For dignity | |
| Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues | |
| Said he’d give me information if his name wasn’t used | |
| He wanted money up front, said he was abused | |
| By dignity | |
| Footprints runnin’ ’cross the silver sand | |
| Steps goin’ down into tattoo land | |
| I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light | |
| In the bordertowns of despair | |
| Got no place to fade, got no coat | |
| I’m on the rollin’ river in a jerkin’ boat | |
| Tryin’ to read a note somebody wrote | |
| About dignity | |
| Sick man lookin’ for the doctor’s cure | |
| Lookin’ at his hands for the lines that were | |
| And into every masterpiece of literature | |
| For dignity | |
| Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind | |
| Combin’ his hair back, his future looks thin | |
| Bites the bullet and he looks within | |
| For dignity | |
| Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed | |
| Dignity never been photographed | |
| I went into the red, went into the black | |
| Into the valley of dry bone dreams | |
| So many roads, so much at stake | |
| So many dead ends, I’m at the edge of the lake | |
| Sometimes I wonder what it’s gonna take | |
| To find dignity |
| Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel | |
| Thin man lookin' at his last meal | |
| Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield | |
| For dignity | |
| Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass | |
| Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass | |
| Poor man lookin' through painted glass | |
| For dignity | |
| Somebody got murdered on New Year' s Eve | |
| Somebody said dignity was the first to leave | |
| I went into the city, went into the town | |
| Went into the land of the midnight sun | |
| Searchin' high, searchin' low | |
| Searchin' everywhere I know | |
| Askin' the cops wherever I go | |
| Have you seen dignity? | |
| Blind man breakin' out of a trance | |
| Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance | |
| Hopin' to find one circumstance | |
| Of dignity | |
| I went to the wedding of Mary Lou | |
| She said, " I don' t want nobody see me talkin' to you" | |
| Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew | |
| About dignity | |
| I went down where the vultures feed | |
| I would' ve gone deeper, but there wasn' t any need | |
| Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men | |
| Wasn' t any difference to me | |
| Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade | |
| House on fire, debts unpaid | |
| Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid | |
| Have you seen dignity? | |
| Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears | |
| In a crowded room full of coveredup mirrors | |
| Lookin' into the lost forgotten years | |
| For dignity | |
| Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues | |
| Said he' d give me information if his name wasn' t used | |
| He wanted money up front, said he was abused | |
| By dignity | |
| Footprints runnin' ' cross the silver sand | |
| Steps goin' down into tattoo land | |
| I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light | |
| In the bordertowns of despair | |
| Got no place to fade, got no coat | |
| I' m on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat | |
| Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote | |
| About dignity | |
| Sick man lookin' for the doctor' s cure | |
| Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were | |
| And into every masterpiece of literature | |
| For dignity | |
| Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind | |
| Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin | |
| Bites the bullet and he looks within | |
| For dignity | |
| Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed | |
| Dignity never been photographed | |
| I went into the red, went into the black | |
| Into the valley of dry bone dreams | |
| So many roads, so much at stake | |
| So many dead ends, I' m at the edge of the lake | |
| Sometimes I wonder what it' s gonna take | |
| To find dignity |