Il testo della 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 couldnt care less

Gonna write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong
Bout god and my girl and all that

Quiet while i make like a cat

Cause i'm a poet, dont'cha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause i'm mister 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 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, dont'cha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause i'm mister 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

Cause i'm a poet, dont'cha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause i'm mister dylan the king
And i'm free as a bird on the wing