Текст песни Syd Barrett - Bob Dylan Blues
Syd Barrett - Bob Dylan Blues слова песни
Got the Bob Dylan blues And the Bob Dylan Shoes And my clothes and my hair`s in a mess But you know I just couldn`t care less Goin` to write me a song Bout` what`s right and what`s wrong Bout` god and my god and all that Quiet while I make like a cat Chorus: Cause I`m a poet Don`t ya know it And the wind, you can blow it Cause I`m Mr. Dylan, the king And I`m free as a bird on the wing Roam from town to town Guess I get people down But I don`t care too much about that Cause my gut and my wallet are fat Make a whole lotta dough But I deserve it though I`ve got soul and a good heart of gold So I`ll sing about war in the cold Chorus (see above): Well I sing about dreams And I rhymes it with seems Cause it seems that my dream always means That I can prophesy all kinds of things Well the guy that digs me Should try hard to see That he buys all my discs and a hat And when I`m in town go see that Chorus (see above):