Текст песни Bob Dylan - I Shall Be Free
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Well, I took me a woman late last night,Is three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight.She took off her wheel, took off her bell,Took off her wig, said, "how do I smell? "I hot-footed it . . . bare-naked . . .Out the window!Well, sometimes I might get drunk,Walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk.Dont hurt me none, dont hurt my pridecause I got my little lady right by my side.(right thereProud as can be)Is out there paintin on the old woodshedWhen a can a black paint it fell on my head.I went down to scrub and rubBut I had to sit in back of the tub.(cost a quarterAnd I had to get out quick . . .Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna)Well, my telephone rang it would not stop,Its president kennedy callin me up.He said, "my friend, bob, what do we need to make the country grow? "I said, "my friend, john, brigitte bardot,Anita ekberg, sophia loren."(put em all in the same room with ernest borgnine!)Well, I got a woman sleeps on a cot,She yells and hollers and squeals a lot.Licks my face and tickles my ear,Bends me over and buys me beer.(shes a honeymoonerA june croonerA spoon feederAnd a natural leader)Oh, there aint no use in me workin so heavy,I got a woman who works on the levee.Pumping that water up to her neck,Every week she sends me a monthly check.(shes a humdingerFolk singerDead ringerFor a thing-a-muh jigger)Late one day in the middle of the week,Eyes were closed I was half asleep.I chased me a woman up the hill,Right in the middle of an air raid drill.It was little bo peep!(I jumped a fallout shelterI jumped a bean stalkI jumped a ferris wheel)Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote,Hes a-runnin for office on the ballot note.Hes out there preachin in front of the steeple,Tellin me he loves all kinds-a people.(hes eatin bagelsHes eatin pizzaHes eatin chitlinsHes eatin bullshit!)Oh, set me down on a television floor,Ill flip the channel to number four.Out of the shower comes a grown-up manWith a bottle of hair oil in his hand.(its that greasy kid stuff.What I want to know, mr. football man, isWhat do you do about willy mays and yul brynner,Charles de gaulleAnd robert louis stevenson? )Well, the funniest woman I ever seenWas the great-granddaughter of mr. clean.She takes about fifteen baths a day,Wants me to grow a cigar on my face.(shes a little bit heavy!)Well, ask me why Im drunk alla time,It levels my head and eases my mind.I just walk along and stroll and sing,I see better days and I do better things.(I catch dinosaursI make love to elizabeth taylor . . .Catch hell from richard burton!)