Bob Dylan Blues

Bob Dylan Blues Lyrics

Song Bob Dylan Blues
Artist Syd Barrett
Album Wouldn't You Miss Me
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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
Chorus (see above):
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
Chorus see above:
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
Chorus see above:
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