Bob Dylan's Blues

[Intro]

Unlike most of the songs nowadays that are being written uptown in Tin Pan Alley, that's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays, this, this is a song, this wasn't written up there, this was written somewhere down in the United States

[Verse 1]

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto

They are riding down the line

Fixing everybody’s troubles

Everybody’s except mine

Somebody must have told them

That I was doing fine

[Verse 2]

Oh you five and ten cent women

With nothing in your heads

I got a real gal I’m loving

And Lord I’ll love her till I’m dead

Go away from my door and my window too

Right now

[Verse 3]

Lord, I ain't going down to no race track

See no sports car run

I don’t have no sports car

And I don’t even care to have one

I can walk anytime around the block

[Verse 4]

Well, the wind keeps a-blowing me

Up and down the street

With my hat in my hand

And my boots on my feet

Watch out so you don’t step on me

[Verse 5]

Well, look it here buddy

You want to be like me

Pull out your six-shooter

And rob every bank you can see

Tell the judge I said it was all right

Yes!