Syd Barrett - Bob dylan blues - 2010 remastered version lyrics

Got the Bob Dylan blues And the Bob Dylan Shoes And my clothes and my hair's in a mess But you know I just couldn't care less Goin' to write me a song Bout' what's right and what's wrong Bout' god and my god and all that Quiet while I make like a cat Chorus: Cause I'm a poet Don't ya know it And the wind, you can blow it Cause I'm Mr. Dylan, the king And I'm free as a bird on the wing Roam from town to town Guess I get people down But I don't care too much about that Cause my gut and my wallet are fat Make a whole lotta dough But I deserve it though I've got soul and a good heart of gold So I'll sing about war in the cold Chorus (see above): Well I sing about dreams And I rhymes it with seems Cause it seems that my dream always means That I can prophesy all kinds of things Well the guy that digs me Should try hard to see That he buys all my discs and a hat And when I'm in town go see that Chorus (see above):