Bob Dylan's Blues

歌詞

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto Were ridin' down the line Fixin' everybody's troubles, everybody's 'cept mine Someone must've told em that I was doin' fine Oh, you five and ten cent women There's nothin' in your heads I got a real gal I'm in love with, Lord, I'll love her 'til I'm dead Go away from my door and my window too right now Lord, I ain't goin' down to no racetrack To 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 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, lookit here, buddy You want to be like me Pull your your six-shooter and rob every bank you see Tell the judge I said it was alright