Talkin' Freewheelin' Thievin' Blues

Ramblin' out?

I'm lying, man

I ain't be nowhere

I can't stand to leave my home or leave my bed

Goddamn!

She said "Cool, man, let's stay there"

I said "That's fine, I do not care where we are

Just let me be alone"

So I lost interest, she lost God

I came home and she got caught

I had hardly words to say

She said "Man, you got me!"

Hey...

I guess I'll be on my [sweet way?]

[Words?] were thrown and plates were hurled

I called her a little girl

She called me a Dylan fraud

I guess that's where I got caught

No, I don't drink, but if I did

This would be the part I had seen

About my lonely nights in jail

With all my paychecks spent on [bail?]

But in truth I've mainly sat

In my only and lonely flat

Got no friends, ain't got no cats

I've had words with my hands though

Freewheelin' has got me through

Means to me what I mean to you

He's too important, not too [?]

Now he's just a last name