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 Got God and my girl and all that Quiet while I make like a cat
Cause I'm a poet, doncha 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, get to get people down but I don't care too much about that Cause my gut and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lot of dough but i deserve it though I got soul and a good heart of gold So I'll sing about war and the cold
Cause I'm a poet, doncha 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 seams 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 in a hat. And when I'm in town go see that.
Cause I'm a poet, doncha 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
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Roger Keith Barrett (Pink Floyd) (SMP)Publicado em 2010 e lançado em 2013 (17/Dez)ECAD verificado fonograma #6113356 em 08/Abr/2024