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Bob Dylan's Blues by Bob Dylan
Lyrics & Translation
English
Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin' down the line
Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles
Ev'rybody's 'cept mine
Somebody musta tol' 'em
That I was doin' fine
Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothin' in your heads
I got a real gal I'm lovin'
And Lord I'll love her till I'm dead
Go away from my door and my window too
Right now
Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
See no sports car run
I don't have no sports car
And I don't even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block
Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me
Up and down the street
With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me
Well, look it here buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
And rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right
Yes!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Bob Dylan's Blues by Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan's Blues* (original Bob Dylan)
Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin' down the line
Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles
Ev'rybody's 'cept mine
Somebody musta tol' 'em
That I was doin' fine
Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothin' in your heads
I got a real gal I'm lovin'
And Lord I'll love her till I'm dead
Go away from my door and my window too
Right now
Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
See no sports car run
I don't have no sports car
And I don't even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block
Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me
Up and down the street
With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me
Well, look it here buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
And rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right
Yes!
Bob Dylan's Blues (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Bueno, el Llanero Solitario y Tonto
Vienen cabalgando por el camino
Arreglando los problemas de todos
Los de todos, excepto los míos
Alguien debió decirles
Que yo estaba bien
Oh, ustedes, mujeres de cinco y diez centavos
Sin nada en sus cabezas
Tengo una chica de verdad a quien amo
Y Señor, la amaré hasta que muera
Aléjense de mi puerta y también de mi ventana
Ahora mismo
Señor, no voy a ir a ningún hipódromo
A ver correr ningún coche deportivo
No tengo ningún coche deportivo
Y ni siquiera me importa tener uno
Puedo caminar en cualquier momento por la cuadra
Bueno, el viento me sigue soplando
Arriba y abajo por la calle
Con mi sombrero en la mano
Y mis botas en mis pies
Cuidado, no me pises
Bueno, mira aquí, amigo
Quieres ser como yo
Saca tu revólver de seis tiros
Y roba cada banco que veas
Dile al juez que yo dije que estaba bien
¡Sí!
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