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baby satan
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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
'bout god and my gun and all that
quiet while i make like a cat
cause i'm a poet
don'tcha 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 lot of dough
but i deserve it though
i got soul and a good heart of gold
so i'll sing about war and the cold
cause i'm a poet
don'tcha 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 in a hat
and when i'm in town, go see that
cause i'm a poet
don'tcha 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
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(the only line i'm not sure about is "'bout god and my gun..." god forgive me if i'm wrong!)
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