Текст песни Syd Barret - Bob Dylan Blues
Syd Barret - Bob Dylan Blues слова песни
Got the bob dylan bluesAnd the bob dylan shoesAnd my clothes and my hairs in a messBut you know I just couldnt care lessGonna write me a song bout whats right and whats wrongGot God in my gut and all thatQuiet while I make like a catCause Im a poet, dontcha know itAnd the wind you can blow itCause Im mister dylan the kingAnd Im free as a bird on the wingRoam from town to town, get to get people downBut I dont care too much about thatCause my gut and my wallet are fatMake a whole lot of dough but I deserve it thoughI got soul and a good heart of goldSo Ill sing about war and the coldCause Im a poet, dontcha know itAnd the wind you can blow itCause Im mister dylan the kingAnd Im free as a bird on the wingWell I sings about dreams and I rhymes it with seamsCause it seems that my dream always meansThat I can prophesy all kinds of thingsBut I dont give a damn about that!