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 girl
Kwa Kwa I 'll make like a cat
Cos I'm a poet
Doncha 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.
Run from town to town
Guess I get people down
But I don't care too much about that
Cos my ?? and my wallet are fat
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But I deserve it though
I got soul and a good heart of gold
So I sing about war in the cold
Cos I'm a poet
Doncha 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.
Well I sing about dreams
And my rhymes are good it seems
Cos it seems my dreams always means
That I can prophesy all kind of things
Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard too see
That he buys all my disks and a hat
When I'm in town to see that.
Cos I'm a poet
Doncha 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.
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