Dylan Blues Songtext
von Syd Barrett

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

'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

′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

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
'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