Текст песни Bob Dylan - Bob Dylans Blues, слова песни Bob Dylan

Текст песни Bob Dylan - Bob Dylans Blues

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Well, the lone ranger and tontoThey are ridin down the lineFixin evrybodys troublesEvrybodys cept mineSomebody musta tol emThat I was doin fineOh you five and ten cent womenWith nothin in your headsI got a real gal Im lovinAnd lord Ill love her till Im deadGo away from my door and my window tooRight nowLord, I aint goin down to no race trackSee no sports car runI dont have no sports carAnd I dont even care to have oneI can walk anytime around the blockWell, the wind keeps a-blowin meUp and down the streetWith my hat in my handAnd my boots on my feetWatch out so you dont step on meWell, lookit 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!

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