Bob Dylan's Blues

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
All you five and ten cent women
Pull out your six-shooter
I can walk anytime around the block
Go away from my door and my window too, right now
Fixin' everybody's troubles
Now this, this is a song this one's written up there
Well, look it here buddy
Well, the wind keeps a blowin' me
And I don't even care to have one
Someone musta told 'em that I was doin' fine
With nothin' in your heads
Lord, and I'll love her till I'm dead

And rob every bank you can see
Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
This is written somewhere down in the United States
That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays
You want to be like me
I don't have no sports car
They are ridin' down the line
Watch out so you don't step on me

And my boots on my feet

Up and down the street

With my hat in my hand
See no sports car run
I got a real gal I'm in love
Everybody's except mine