| 歌曲 | Bob Dylan Blues |
| 歌手 | Syd Barrett |
| 专辑 | Wouldn't You Miss Me |
| 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: |