Bob Dylan Blues (2010 Digital Remaster)

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

’Bout God and my God and all that

Quiet while I make like a cat

’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it

And the wind, you can blow it

’Cos 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

’Cos 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

’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it

And the wind, you can blow it

’Cos I’m Mr. Dylan, the king

And I’m free as a bird on the wingWell I sings about dreams

And I rhymes it with seems

’Cos 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

’Cos I’m a poet, don’t ya know it

And the wind, you can blow it

’Cos I’m Mr. Dylan, the king

And I’m free as a bird on the wing