Tytuł: I Shall Be Free

• Wykonawca: Bob Dylan
• Wyświetleń: 244

Well, I took me a woman late last night
  I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
  'Til she started peelin' off her onion gook
  She took off her wig, said, "How do I look" ?
  I's high flyin', bare naked ...Out the window.
  
  Well, sometimes I might get drunk
  Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
  Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
  'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
  (She's a tryin' a hide pretendin'
  She don't know me).
  
  I's out there paintin' on the old wood shed
  When a can a black paint it fell on my head
  I went down to scrub and rub
  But I had to sit in back of the tub
  (Cost a quarter
  Half price).
  
  Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
  It's President Kennedy callin' me up
  He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow" ?
  I said, "My friend, John, "Brigitte Bardot,
  Anita Ekberg
  Sophia Loren"
  Country'll grow.
  
  Well, I got a woman five feet short
  She yells and hollers and squeals and snorts
  She tickles my nose pats me on the head
  Blows me over and kicks me out of bed
  (She's a man eater
  Meat grinder
  Bad looser).
  
  Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' alla time
  I got a woman who works herself blind
  Works up to her britches, up to her neck
  Write me letters and sends me checks
  (She's a humdinger
  Folk singer).
  
  Late one day in the middle of the week
  Eyes were closed I was half asleep
  I chased me a woman up the hill
  Right in the middle of an air drill
  (I jumped a fallout shelter
  I jumped the string bean
  I jumped the TV dinner
  I jumped the shot gun).
  
  Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote
  He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note
  He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple
  Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people
  (He's eatin' bagels
  He's eatin' pizza
  He's eatin' chitlins).
  
  Oh, set me down on a television floor
  I'll flip the channel to number four
  Out of the shower comes a football man
  With a bottle of oil in his hand
  (Greasy kid stuff
  What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
  What do you do about Willy Mays
  Martin Luther King
  Olatunji).
  
  Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
  Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean
  She takes about fifteen baths a day
  Wants me to grow a moustache on my face
  (She's insane).
  
  Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla time
  It levels my head and eases my mind
  I just walk along and stroll and sing
  I see better days and I do better things
  (I catch dinosaurs
  I make love to Elizabeth Taylor ...
  Catch hell from Richard Burton !).