Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread

Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread <br/> Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus<br />The poor litlle chauffeur, though, she was back in bed <br />On the very next day with a nose full of pus<br />Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread ! <br />Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread !<br />Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread.<br /><br />( )<br />It&#039;s a one-track town, just brown and a breeze too<br />Pack up the meat, sweet, we&#039;re headin&#039; out <br />For Wichita in a pile of fruit<br />Get the loot, don&#039;t be slow, we&#039;re gonna catch a trout<br />Get the loot, don&#039;t be slow, we&#039;re gonna catch a trout<br />Get the loot, don&#039;t be slow, we&#039;re gonna catch a trout.<br /><br />Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle<br />Bring my pipe, we&#039;re gonna shake it<br />Slap that drummer with a pie that smells<br />Take me down to California, baby <br />Take me down to California, baby<br />Take me down to California, baby.<br /><br />Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus<br />The poor litlle chauffeur, though, she was back in bed <br />On the very next day with a nose full of pus.<br />Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread ! <br />Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread !<br />Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread.<br />