Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
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The poor litlle chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
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On the very next day with a nose full of pus
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Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread !
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Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread !
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Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread.
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It's a one-track town, just brown and a breeze too
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Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out
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For Wichita in a pile of fruit
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Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
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Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
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Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout.
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Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
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Bring my pipe, we're gonna shake it
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Slap that drummer with a pie that smells
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Take me down to California, baby
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Take me down to California, baby
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Take me down to California, baby.
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Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
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The poor litlle chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
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On the very next day with a nose full of pus.
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Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread !
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Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread !
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Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread.
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Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread
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| Bob Dylan |
