Bob Dylan Blues — текст песни (Syd Barret)

Got the bob dylan blues

And the bob dylan shoes

And my clothes and my hairs in a mess



But you know I just couldnt care less



Gonna write me a song bout whats right and whats wrong

Got God in my gut and all that



Quiet while I make like a cat



Cause Im a poet, dontcha know it

And the wind you can blow it

Cause Im mister dylan the king

And Im free as a bird on the wing



Roam from town to town, get to get people down

But I dont care too much about that

Cause my gut and my wallet are fat



Make a whole lot of dough but I deserve it though

I got soul and a good heart of gold

So Ill sing about war and the cold



Cause Im a poet, dontcha know it

And the wind you can blow it

Cause Im mister dylan the king

And Im free as a bird on the wing



Well I sings about dreams and I rhymes it with seams

Cause it seems that my dream always means



That I can prophesy all kinds of things



But I dont give a damn about that!