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Syd Barrett - Bob Dylan blues

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

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