Bob Dylan Blues

                                  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

Gonna write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong

Got God and my girl and all that

Quiet while I make like a cat



Cause I'm a poet, doncha 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, get to get people down

But I don't 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 I'll sing about war and the cold



Cause I'm a poet, doncha 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



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

Well the guy that digs me

Should try hard to see

That he buys all my discs in a hat.

And when I'm in town go see that.



Cause I'm a poet, doncha 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