"...he didn't seem to have to search for a melody or for a word, they just seem to be there..."
David Gilmour

Bob Dylan's blues
by Syd Barrett

Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan shoes
And my clothes and my hair's in a mess
But cha know I just couldn't care less

Go on write me a song
'Bout what's right and what's wrong
'Bout God and a girl and all that
Quiet, while I make like a cat

Chorus:
'Cause I'm a poet
Don't cha 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
'Cause my gut and my wallet are fat

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

Chorus

Well I sings about dreams
And I rhymes it with seems
Cause it seems that my dream always means
But 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

Chorus