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• Artiste: Syd Barrett
• Titre: Bob Dylan Blues
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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 Gonna write me a song 'Bout what's right and what's wrong About 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 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's '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 you 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 sings' 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 you 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