| Song | Mr. Tambourine Man (Live) |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Live 1975(The Bootleg Series, Vol. 5) |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you | |
| Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand | |
| Vanished from my hand | |
| Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping | |
| My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet | |
| I have no one to meet | |
| And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you | |
| Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship | |
| My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip | |
| My toes too numb to step | |
| Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’ | |
| I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade | |
| Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way | |
| I promise to go under it | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you | |
| Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun | |
| It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run | |
| And but for the sky there are no fences facin’ | |
| And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme | |
| To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind | |
| I wouldn’t pay it any mind | |
| It’s just a shadow you’re seein’ that he’s chasing | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you | |
| Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind | |
| Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves | |
| The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach | |
| Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow | |
| Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free | |
| Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands | |
| With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves | |
| Let me forget about today until tomorrow | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| I' m not sleepy and there is no place I' m going to | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| In the jingle jangle morning I' ll come followin' you | |
| Though I know that evenin' s empire has returned into sand | |
| Vanished from my hand | |
| Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping | |
| My weariness amazes me, I' m branded on my feet | |
| I have no one to meet | |
| And the ancient empty street' s too dead for dreaming | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| I' m not sleepy and there is no place I' m going to | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| In the jingle jangle morning I' ll come followin' you | |
| Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship | |
| My senses have been stripped, my hands can' t feel to grip | |
| My toes too numb to step | |
| Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin' | |
| I' m ready to go anywhere, I' m ready for to fade | |
| Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way | |
| I promise to go under it | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| I' m not sleepy and there is no place I' m going to | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| In the jingle jangle morning I' ll come followin' you | |
| Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun | |
| It' s not aimed at anyone, it' s just escapin' on the run | |
| And but for the sky there are no fences facin' | |
| And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme | |
| To your tambourine in time, it' s just a ragged clown behind | |
| I wouldn' t pay it any mind | |
| It' s just a shadow you' re seein' that he' s chasing | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| I' m not sleepy and there is no place I' m going to | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| In the jingle jangle morning I' ll come followin' you | |
| Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind | |
| Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves | |
| The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach | |
| Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow | |
| Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free | |
| Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands | |
| With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves | |
| Let me forget about today until tomorrow | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| I' m not sleepy and there is no place I' m going to | |
| Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me | |
| In the jingle jangle morning I' ll come followin' you |