Bob Dylan Blues

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