Letra de Bob dylan blues

Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan Shoes
And my clothes and my hair´s in a mess
But you know I just couldn´t care less

Gonna write me a song
´Bout what´s right and what´s wrong
About god and my girl and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat

´Cause I´m a poet
Don´t you know it
And the wind, you can blow it
´Cause I´m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I´m free as a bird on the wing

Roam from town to town
Guess I get people down
But I don´t care too much about that´s
´Cause my gut and my wallet are fat

Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I´ve got soul and a good heart of gold
So I´ll sing about war in the cold

´Cause I´m a poet
Don´t you know it
And the wind, you can blow it
´Cause I´m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I´m free as a bird on the wing

Well I sings´ about dreams
And I rhymes it with seems
´Cause it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesy all kinds of things

Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I´m in town go see that

´Cause I´m a poet
Don´t you know it
And the wind, you can blow it
´Cause I´m Mr. Dylan, the king
And I´m free as a bird on the wing