歌曲 | Bob Dylan Blues |
歌手 | Syd Barrett |
专辑 | Wouldn't You Miss Me |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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): |
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: |
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: |