Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.

I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail, and deceit. And I've served time for everything, cept beggin on the street.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row.

Well, it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances