Bob Dylan — Bob Dylans Blues

[Intro] Unlike most of the songs nowadays that have been written up in Tin Pan Alley, that's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays, this, this is a song, this wasn't written up there, this was written somewhere down in the United States [Verse 1] Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto They are riding down the line Fixing everybody’s troubles Everybody’s except mine Somebody must have told them That I was doing fine [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] Lord, I am not 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Verse 5] 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!