How may roads must a man walk down I wish I could write so profound The words he spoke were blown in the wind Pick up my air guitar and write like him
Awwww Bob Dylan
I live my life like a Rolling Stone Feel my words are not my own You can't tell me what to sing But the times they are changing
Awwww Bob Dylan Awwww Bob Dylan
Look out kid There's something you did God knows when but you're doin' it again Searchin' around for dignity A little less of Bob and a little more of me
Awwww
How does it feel to be on your own Lower than a complete unknown Searchin' for poetry in all the wrong places Looking for acceptance it strangers faces
Awwww Bob Dylan Awwww Bob Dylan Awwww Bob Dylan Awwww Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Bob Dylan, yeah Oooh Bob Dylan Bob DylanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
