Syd Barret - Wouldn’t You Miss Me
Wouldn’t You Miss Me    16th April 2001

“Bob Dylan Blues”    (Barrett)
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.

Gonna write me a song
'Bout what's right and what's wrong
'Bout God and my girl and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat.

'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
Just to get people down
But I don't care too much about that
'Cause my gut and my wallet are fat.

Make a whole lot of 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.

'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.

Well I sings about dreams
And I rhymes it with seems
Because it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophecy all kinds of things.

Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs in a hat
And when I'm in town go see that.

'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.