Bob Dylan Blues

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
Gonna write me a song
'Bout what’s right and what’s wrong
About god and my girl and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat
'Cause I’m a poet
Don’t you 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’s
'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
'Cause I’m a poet
Don’t you 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
Well I sings' 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
'Cause I’m a poet
Don’t you 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