Bob Dylan Blues — текст песни (Syd Barrett)

Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan Shoes
And my clothes and my hair`s in a mess
But you know I just couldn`t care less

Goin` to write me a song
Bout` what`s right and what`s wrong
Bout` god and my god and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat

Chorus:
Cause I`m a poet
Don`t ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I`m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I`m free as a bird on the wing

Roam from town to town
Guess I get people down
But I don`t care too much about that
Cause my gut and my wallet are fat

Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I`ve got soul and a good heart of gold
So I`ll sing about war in the cold

Chorus (see above):

Well I sing about dreams
And I rhymes it with seems
Cause it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesy all kinds of things

Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I`m in town go see that

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