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I Shall Be Free No. 10

Testo I Shall Be Free No. 10 - Bob Dylan

Testo della canzone I Shall Be Free No. 10 (Bob Dylan), tratta dall'album Another Side of Bob Dylan

Now, 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 than anyone
Ain't no use to talk 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
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Cassius Clay, you 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 of 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 everybody to be free
But if you think 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 got a 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 got a friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of stranglin' 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, 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
Carryin' the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
Well, 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 nothin', it's somethin' I learned over in England



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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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