Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - I Shall Be Free No.10

I`m just average, common too
I`m just like him, the same as you
I`m everybody`s brother and son
I ain`t different from anyone
It ain`t no use a-talking to me
It`s just the same as talking to you.

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I`m gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you`d better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won`t even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen."

Well, I don`t know, but I`ve been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first.
Wowee` pretty scary!

Now, I`m liberal, but to a degree
I want ev`rybody to be free
But if you think that I`ll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and marry my daughter
You must think I`m crazy!
I wouldn`t let him do it for all the farms in Cuba.

Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He`s a weird monkey, very funky.

I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat was falling in my face
But they wouldn`t let me on the tennis court.

I gotta woman, she`s so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I`m nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
She`s funny, wants my money, calls me "honey."

Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf.
I`ve got a million friends!

Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister`s home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin`
I wound up with the Dean of Women
Yippee! I`m a poet, and I know it.
Hope I don`t blow it.

I`m gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I`m gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course.
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds.

Now you`re probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What`s probably got you baffled more
Is what this thing here is for.
It`s nothing
It`s something I learned over in England.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - I Shall Be Free No.10 I`m just average, common too I`m just like him, the same as you I`m everybody`s brother and son I ain`t different from anyone It ain`t no use a-talking to me It`s just the same as talking to you. I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, I`m gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you`d better run 99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won`t even recognize you 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen." Well, I don`t know, but I`ve been told The streets in heaven are lined with gold I ask you how things could get much worse If the Russians happen to get up there first. Wowee` pretty scary! Now, I`m liberal, but to a degree I want ev`rybody to be free But if you think that I`ll let Barry Goldwater Move in next door and marry my daughter You must think I`m crazy! I wouldn`t let him do it for all the farms in Cuba. Well, I set my monkey on the log And ordered him to do the Dog He wagged his tail and shook his head And he went and did the Cat instead He`s a weird monkey, very funky. I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist And my wig-hat was falling in my face But they wouldn`t let me on the tennis court. I gotta woman, she`s so mean She sticks my boots in the washing machine Sticks me with buckshot when I`m nude Puts bubblegum in my food She`s funny, wants my money, calls me "honey." Now I gotta friend who spends his life Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me with a scarf When my name comes up he pretends to barf. I`ve got a million friends! Now they asked me to read a poem At the sorority sister`s home I got knocked down and my head was swimmin` I wound up with the Dean of Women Yippee! I`m a poet, and I know it. Hope I don`t blow it. I`m gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange So I look like a walking mountain range And I`m gonna ride into Omaha on a horse Out to the country club and the golf course. Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds. Now you`re probably wondering by now Just what this song is all about What`s probably got you baffled more Is what this thing here is for. It`s nothing It`s something I learned over in England. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни I Shall Be Free No.10: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/8360.html Все тексты песен: Bob Dylan » Bob Dylan - Floater » Bob Dylan - Arthur Mcbride » Bob Dylan - Copper Kettle » Bob Dylan - She Belongs To Me » Bob Dylan - Two Soldiers » Bob Dylan - Take a Message to Mary » Bob Dylan - Jim Jones » Bob Dylan - Lord Protect My Child » Bob Dylan - StackALee » Bob Dylan - Shot of Love » Bob Dylan - The Boxer » Bob Dylan - Let It Be Me » Bob Dylan - Hard Times » Bob Dylan - Restless Farewell » Bob Dylan - Aint No More Cane » Bob Dylan - Watching The River Flow » Bob Dylan - Buckets of Rain » Bob Dylan - I Threw It All Away » Bob Dylan - Walls of Red Wing » Bob Dylan - Standing In The Doorway Рекомендуем скачать: » Шура, Shura - Холодная Луна-2 » Шухрат Хусаинов - О странностях любви » Шамиль Абряров - Прекрасный мой » Шухрат Хусаинов - Попрощаемся, мой друг, как-то случилось вдруг... » Штар - Красное платье » Шамиль Абряров - Тонкий слой » Шухрат Хусаинов - На дороге на дождливой, ночной... » Шамиль Абряров - Молчанье природы » Шамиль Абряров - Нарисовано на стене » Шухрат Хусаинов - Третий день пустота в карманах... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Мы пылали где-то, в чьем-то костре... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Прожил жизнь. Впрочем, вру » Шелег Михаил - МЕЖДУ ПЕТЕРБУРГОМ И МОСКВОЙ » Шпильки - Сам ты Наташа » Шура, Shura - День за окном » Шухрат Хусаинов - Ушедшему » Шухрат Хусаинов - Из жизни замечательных утюгов » Шелег Михаил - СВЕТ МОЙ » Шура, Shura - Не верь слезам » Шухрат Хусаинов - Догнать вечернюю зарю вагончик тихо тронется...
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