Bob Dylan's Blues (versao 2) şarkı sözleri

Got the Bob Dylan blues And the Bob Dylan shoes And my clothes and my hair's in a mess But cha know I just couldn't care less Go on write me song 'Bout what's right and what's wrong 'Bout God and my girl and all that Quiet, while I make like a cat Chorus: 'Cause I'm a poet Don't cha 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 got soul and a good heart of gold So I'll sing about war and the cold Chorus Well I sings about dreams And I rhymes it with seems Cause it seems that my dream always means But I can propheci 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 Chorus