Bob Dylan's Blues

Unlike most of the songs nowadays

Have been written up town in Tin Pan Alley

That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays

Now this, this is a song, this one's written up there

This is written somewhere down in the United States

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto

They are ridin' down the line

Fixin' everybody's troubles

Everybody's 'cept mine

Someone musta told 'em that I was doin' fine

All you five and ten cent women

With nothin' in your heads

I got a real gal I'm in love and Lord, I'll love her till I'm dead

Go away from my door and my window too

Right now

Lord, I ain't goin' down to no racetrack

See no sports car run

I don't have no sports car and I don't even care to have one

I can walk any time around the block

Well, the wind keeps a blowin' 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

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, yeah