Lyrics Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread - Bob Dylan & The Band
Well,
the
comic
book
and
me,
just
us,
we
caught
the
bus.
The
poor
little
chauffeur,
though,
she
was
back
in
bed
On
the
very
next
day,
with
a
nose
full
of
pus.
Yea!
Heavy
and
a
bottle
of
bread
Yea!
Heavy
and
a
bottle
of
bread
Yea!
Heavy
and
a
bottle
of
bread
It's
a
one-track
town,
just
brown,
and
a
breeze,
too,
Pack
up
the
meat,
sweet,
we're
headin'
out
For
Wichita
in
a
pile
of
fruit.
Get
the
loot,
don't
be
slow,
we're
gonna
catch
a
trout
Get
the
loot,
don't
be
slow,
we're
gonna
catch
a
trout
Get
the
loot,
don't
be
slow,
we're
gonna
catch
a
trout
Now,
pull
that
drummer
out
from
behind
that
bottle.
Bring
me
my
pipe,
we're
gonna
shake
it.
Slap
that
drummer
with
a
pie
that
smells.
Take
me
down
to
California,
baby
Take
me
down
to
California,
baby
Take
me
down
to
California,
baby
Yes,
the
comic
book
and
me,
just
us,
we
caught
the
bus.
The
poor
little
chauffeur,
though,
she
was
back
in
bed
On
the
very
next
day,
with
a
nose
full
of
pus.
Yea!
Heavy
and
a
bottle
of
bread
Yea!
Heavy
and
a
bottle
of
bread
Yea!
Heavy
and
a
bottle
of
bread
1 Odds and Ends
2 Long Distance Operator
3 Open the Door, Homer
4 Nothing Was Delivered
5 Don't Ya Tell Henry
6 Tiny Montgomery
7 Ruben Remus
8 Crash On the Levee
9 Ain't No More Cane
10 Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread
11 This Wheel's On Fire
12 Too Much of Nothing
13 Please, Mrs. Henry
14 Apple Suckling Tree
15 Clothes Line Saga
16 Bessie Smith
17 Lo and Behold!
18 Goin' to Acapulco
19 Yazoo Street Scandal
20 Million Dollar Bash
21 Orange Juice Blues
22 Tears of Rage
23 Katie' Been Gone
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