Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Bob Dylan's Blues
BOB DYLAN - Bob Dylan's Blues слова песни
Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Bob Dylan's Blues
Well, the Lone Ranger and TontoThey are ridin' down the lineFixin' ev'rybody's troublesEv'rybody's 'cept mineSomebody musta tol' 'emThat I was doin' fine.( )Oh you five and ten cent womenWith nothin' in your headsI got a real gal I'm lovin'And Lord I'll be love her till I'm deadGo away from my door and window tooRight now.Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race trackSee no sports car runI don't have no sports carAnd I don't even care to have oneI can walk anytime around the block.Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' meUp and down the streetWith my hat in my handAnd my boots on my feetWatch out so you don't step on me.Well, look it here buddyYou want to be like mePull out your six-shooterAnd rob every bank you can seeTell the judge I said it was all rightYes.