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
'Bout God and my girl and all that
Quiet, while I make like a cat
'Cause I'm a poet don't you know it
And the wind you can blow it
'Cause I'm * the king
And I'm free as a bird on a wing
Roam from town to town guess I get people down
And the wind you can blow it
'Cause I'm * the king
And I'm free as a bird on a wing
Well I sings about dreams and I rhymes it with seems
And the wind you can blow it
'Cause I'm * the king
And I'm free as a bird on a wing
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