G C F
Got the Bob Dylan Blues, and the Bob Dylan shoes
C G
And my clothes' and my hair's in a mess
C
But you know i just couldn't care less
C F C
Gonna write me a song, bout what's right and what's wrong
C G
Bout' God and my girl and all that
C
Quiet while I make like a cat
-Chorus I:
C G
Cos' I'm a poet, Don't ya know it?
C F
And the wind.. ..You can blow it,
C G
Cos' I'm Mr. Dylan the King
C
And I'm free as a bird on the wing
G C F
Roam from town to town, guess I get people down,
C G
But I don't care too much about that..
C
Cos' my gut and my wallet are fat
F C
Make a whole lotta dough, but i deserve it though,
G F
I got soul and a good heart of gold,
G C
So I'll sing about war and the cold
-Chorus II:
C G
Cos' I'm a poet, Don't ya know it?
C F
And the wind.. ..You can blow it,
C G
Cos' I'm Mr. Dylan the King
C
And I'm free as a bird on the wing
G C F
Well I sings about dreams, and I rhymes it with seems,
C G
Cos' it seems that my dream always means..
C
That I can prophesy all kinds of things
G C F
Well the guy that digs me, should try hard to see,
C G
That he buys all my disks in a hat..
C
And when I'm in town go see that
-Chorus III:
C G
Cos' I'm a poet, Don't ya know it?
C F
And the wind.. ..You can blow it,
C G
Cos' I'm Mr. Dylan the King
C
And I'm free as a bird on the wing