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



Im just average, common too

Im just like him, the same as you

Im everybodys brother and son

I aint different from anyone

It aint no use a-talking to me

Its 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, Im gonna make your face look just like mine

Five, four, three, two, one, cassius clay youd better run

99, 100, 101, 102, your ma wont even recognize you

14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen."

Well, I dont know, but Ive 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, Im liberal, but to a degree

I want evrybody to be free

But if you think that Ill let barry goldwater

Move in next door and marry my daughter

You must think Im crazy!

I wouldnt 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

Hes 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 wouldnt let me on the tennis court.

I gotta woman, shes so mean

She sticks my boots in the washing machine

Sticks me with buckshot when Im nude

Puts bubblegum in my food

Shes 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.

Ive got a million friends!

Now they asked me to read a poem

At the sorority sisters home

I got knocked down and my head was swimmin

I wound up with the dean of women

Yippee! Im a poet, and I know it.

Hope I dont blow it.

Im gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange

So I look like a walking mountain range

And Im 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 youre probably wondering by now

Just what this song is all about

Whats probably got you baffled more

Is what this thing here is for.

Its nothing

Its something I learned over in england.

 

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