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I Shall Be Free by Bob Dylan
Lyrics & Translation
English
Well, I took me a woman late last night
I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
'Til she started peelin' off her onion gook
She took off her wig, said, "How do I look"?
I's high flyin', bare naked... Out the window
Well, sometimes I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
(She's a tryin' a hide pretendin'
She don't know me)
I's out there paintin' on the old wood shed
When a can a black paint it fell on my head
I went down to scrub and rub
But I had to sit in back of the tub
(Cost a quarter
Half price)
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow"?
I said, "My friend, John, "Brigitte Bardot
Anita Ekberg
Sophia Loren"
Country'll grow
Well, I got a woman five feet short
She yells and hollers and screams and snorts
She tickles my nose pats me on the head
Blows me over and kicks me out of bed
(She's a man eater
Meat grinder
Bad loser)
Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' alla time
I got a woman who works herself blind
Works up to her britches, up to her neck
Write me letters and sends me checks
(She's a humdinger
Folk singer)
Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up the hill
Right in the middle of an air raid drill
(I jumped a fallout shelter
I jumped the string bean
I jumped the TV dinner
I jumped the shot gun)
Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote
He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note
He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple
Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people
(He's eatin' bagels
He's eatin' pizza
He's eatin' chitlins)
Oh, set me down on a television floor
I'll flip the channel to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
(Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do you do about Willy Mays
Martin Luther King
Olatunji)
Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean
She takes about fifteen baths a day
Wants me to grow a moustache on my face
(She's insane)
Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla time
It levels my head and eases my mind
I just walk along and stroll and sing
I see better days and I do better things
(I catch dinosaurs
I make love to Elizabeth Taylor
Catch hell from Richard Burton!)
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.

Spanish translation of I Shall Be Free by Bob Dylan
I Shall Be Free* (original Bob Dylan)
Well, I took me a woman late last night
I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
'Til she started peelin' off her onion gook
She took off her wig, said, "How do I look"?
I's high flyin', bare naked... Out the window
Well, sometimes I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
(She's a tryin' a hide pretendin'
She don't know me)
I's out there paintin' on the old wood shed
When a can a black paint it fell on my head
I went down to scrub and rub
But I had to sit in back of the tub
(Cost a quarter
Half price)
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow"?
I said, "My friend, John, "Brigitte Bardot
Anita Ekberg
Sophia Loren"
Country'll grow
Well, I got a woman five feet short
She yells and hollers and screams and snorts
She tickles my nose pats me on the head
Blows me over and kicks me out of bed
(She's a man eater
Meat grinder
Bad loser)
Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' alla time
I got a woman who works herself blind
Works up to her britches, up to her neck
Write me letters and sends me checks
(She's a humdinger
Folk singer)
Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up the hill
Right in the middle of an air raid drill
(I jumped a fallout shelter
I jumped the string bean
I jumped the TV dinner
I jumped the shot gun)
Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote
He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note
He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple
Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people
(He's eatin' bagels
He's eatin' pizza
He's eatin' chitlins)
Oh, set me down on a television floor
I'll flip the channel to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
(Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do you do about Willy Mays
Martin Luther King
Olatunji)
Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean
She takes about fifteen baths a day
Wants me to grow a moustache on my face
(She's insane)
Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla time
It levels my head and eases my mind
I just walk along and stroll and sing
I see better days and I do better things
(I catch dinosaurs
I make love to Elizabeth Taylor
Catch hell from Richard Burton!)
I Shall Be Free (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Bueno, me llevé a una mujer anoche
Estaba tres cuartos borracho, ella se veía bien
Hasta que empezó a quitarse su 'cebolla'
Se quitó la peluca, dijo, "¿Cómo me veo?"
Yo estaba volando alto, desnudo... Fuera por la ventana
Bueno, a veces me emborracho
Camino como un pato y huelo a mofeta
No me duele nada, no hiere mi orgullo
Porque tengo a mi pequeña dama justo a mi lado
(Ella está tratando de esconderse fingiendo
Que no me conoce)
Estaba pintando en el viejo cobertizo de madera
Cuando una lata de pintura negra me cayó en la cabeza
Bajé a fregar y frotar
Pero tuve que sentarme detrás de la bañera
(Costó un cuarto
Medio precio)
Bueno, mi teléfono sonó y no paraba
Era el Presidente Kennedy llamándome
Dijo, "Mi amigo, Bob, ¿qué necesitamos para que el país crezca?"
Dije, "Mi amigo, John, "Brigitte Bardot
Anita Ekberg
Sophia Loren"
El país crecerá
Bueno, tengo una mujer de cinco pies de estatura
Ella grita y chilla y berrea y resopla
Me hace cosquillas en la nariz, me da palmaditas en la cabeza
Me derriba y me echa de la cama
(Es una devoradora de hombres
Picadora de carne
Mala perdedora)
Oh, no tiene sentido que yo trabaje todo el tiempo
Tengo una mujer que trabaja hasta quedarse ciega
Trabaja hasta los pantalones, hasta el cuello
Me escribe cartas y me envía cheques
(Es una maravilla
Cantante de folk)
Un día tarde, a mitad de semana
Tenía los ojos cerrados, estaba medio dormido
Perseguí a una mujer cuesta arriba
Justo en medio de un simulacro de ataque aéreo
(Salté un refugio antiaéreo
Salté la judía verde
Salté la cena de TV
Salté la escopeta)
Ahora, el hombre en el estrado quiere mi voto
Se postula para un cargo en la boleta
Está predicando frente al campanario
Diciéndome que ama a todo tipo de gente
(Está comiendo bagels
Está comiendo pizza
Está comiendo chinchulines)
Oh, siéntame en el suelo de la televisión
Cambiaré el canal al número cuatro
De la ducha sale un hombre de fútbol
Con una botella de aceite en la mano
(Cosas grasosas de niños
Lo que quiero saber, Sr. Hombre de Fútbol, es
¿Qué haces con Willy Mays
Martin Luther King
Olatunji)
Bueno, la mujer más divertida que he visto
Era la bisnieta del Mr. Limpio
Se baña unas quince veces al día
Quiere que me deje un bigote en la cara
(Está loca)
Bueno, pregúntame por qué estoy borracho todo el tiempo
Me nivela la cabeza y me alivia la mente
Solo camino, paseo y canto
Veo días mejores y hago cosas mejores
(Atrapo dinosaurios
Hago el amor con Elizabeth Taylor
¡Me gano el infierno de Richard Burton!)
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