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Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan


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Настоящее имя Robert Allen Zimmerman
Дата рождения 24 мая 1941 г.
Место рождения Duluth, Minnesota, U.S.
Жанры Rock
Folk-Rock
Folk
Blues
Country
Gospel
Годы 1961—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
Asylum Records
См. также Traveling Wilburys
The Band
Grateful Dead
Сайт Website



Тексты песен Bob Dylan

Текст песни "I Shall Be Free—No. 10"


Now I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different than anyone

Ain't no use to talk to me
It's just the same as talking to you

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Cassius Clay, you better run
99, 100 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19
Gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen

Well, I don't know, but I've been told
The streets of heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first

Wowee!
Pretty scary!

Now I'm liberal, but to a degree
I want everybody to be free
But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and marry my daughter

You must think I'm crazy!
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba

Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead

He's a weird monkey!
Very funky!

I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat was falling in my face
But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court

I gotta woman, she's so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude
Puts bubblegum in my food

She's funny
Wants my money
Calls me honey

Now I got a friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of stranglin' me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf
I've got a million friends!

Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister's home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin'
I wound up with the Dean of Women

Yippee!
I'm a poet, I know it
Hope I don't blow it

I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course

Carryin' the New York Times
Shoot a few holes, blow their minds

Well, you're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's probably got you baffled more
Is what this thing here is for

It's nothin'
It's something I learned over in England

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