To Bob Dylan
When a boy, one day, I left my home, my gal, and all those I love
I took the long, long lonesome road in the hope of better hopes
Because of you, Dylan
Because of you, Dylan
My head full of surrealistic poems
I took Nationale 7 for Highway 61
But instead of a north country girl
I met some gypsy girl
She " hey you beatnik you are just like me
You like music, you like to be free"
So she kept me prisoner immediately
Becau of...
When that kind of a Calypso at last set me free
'cause she preferred now hippies to beatniks
she left me for a man dressed just like she
Because of...
Tired of everything
like a gambler who has lost all his money
I finally returned home to see my baby
But my girlfriend whose name was not Penelope
was gone with the Wind...
Because of...
So I took the long, long lonesome road again...
Yeah I took the long, long lonesome road again
Like a hobo, like a rolling stone
Like a hobo, like a rolling stone
Because of you, Dylan
Because of you, Dylan...
(B93)
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