Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread
BOB DYLAN - Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread слова песни
Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the busThe poor litlle chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day with a nose full of pusYea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread ! Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread !Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread.( )It's a one-track town, just brown and a breeze tooPack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out For Wichita in a pile of fruitGet the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a troutGet the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a troutGet the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout.Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottleBring my pipe, we're gonna shake itSlap that drummer with a pie that smellsTake me down to California, baby Take me down to California, babyTake me down to California, baby.Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the busThe poor litlle chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day with a nose full of pus.Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread ! Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread !Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread.