Letras:
Blues Bob Dylan

my record player It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin', "Tell your ma, tell your pa Our loves are gonna grow ooh wah, ooh wah" I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue

only brought me the blues Those brightly packaged Tinsel covered Christmas blues Old Santa may have brought you Some stars for your shoes But Santa only brought me the blues

behind Bring me my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the front line Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues Well, I'm sailin

Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some funny lagoon? Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon? Especially when its Nine below zero And

's in the factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He is lookin' for food I am in the kitchen With the tombstone blues The hysterical bride

Gon' walk down that dirt road, 'til someone lets me ride Gon' walk down that dirt road, 'til someone lets me ride If I can't find my baby, I'm gonna run

Unlike most of the songs nowadays Have been written up town in Tinpine Alley That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays Now this, this is

I woke in the mornin', wand'rin', wearied and worn out I woke in the mornin', wand'rin', wearied and worn out Wishin' my long lost lover would walk to

livin' the blues (Livin' the blues) Every night without you I've been livin' the blues (Livin' the blues) Every night without you I've been livin' the blues (Livin' the blues