Bob Dylan's Blues

(Album: The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan - 1963)

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are riding down the line
Fixing ev'rybody's troubles
Ev'rybody's 'cept mine
Somebody musta tol' 'em
That I was doing fine

Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothing in your heads
I got a real gal I'm loving
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 going down to no race track
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-blowing 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
Yes!