Bob Dylan Blues Lyrics

edit | print

Send "Bob Dylan Blues" Ringtone to your Cell

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
About god and my girl and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat

'Cause I'm a poet
Don't you 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's
'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

'Cause I'm a poet
Don't you 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 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

'Cause I'm a poet
Don't you 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

Send "Bob Dylan Blues" Ringtone to your Cell

Love this song? Put this box on your blog!

Bob Dylan Blues Lyrics

full lyrics

more lyrics

Paste this code into your blog:

This is where you edit and then post corrections:

Artist:

Title:

Songwriter:

Your name (just to give you credit, optional):

Email (to let you know, when it's posted):

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  
About god and my girl and all that  
Quiet while I make like a cat  
  
'Cause I'm a poet  
Don't you 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's  
'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  
  
'Cause I'm a poet  
Don't you 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 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  
  
'Cause I'm a poet  
Don't you 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

Enter the code exactly as it appears: