Bob Dylan – Bob Dylan’s Blues: Lyrics and Music Video
Bob Dylan’s Blues Lyrics
Well, the lone ranger and tonto
They are ridin’ down the line
Fixin’ ev’rybody’s troubles
Ev’rybody’s ‘cept mine
Somebody musta tol’ ’em
That i was doin’ fine
Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothin’ in your heads
I got a real gal i’m lovin’
And lord i’ll love her till i’m dead
Go away from my door and my window too
Right now
Lord, i ain’t goin’ down to no race track
See no sports car run
I don’t have no sports car
And i don’t even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block
Well, the wind keeps a-blowin’ me
Up and down the street
With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don’t step on me
Well, look it here buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
And rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge i said it was all right
Yes!
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