Текст песни Matchbox (Take 1) - Bob Dylan

Well I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain't got so many matches but got so far to go

I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
Guess I'll never be happy, everything I do is wrong

But I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Ain't got so many matches but got so far way to go

All come breakings now

Let me be your little dog, 'til your big dog comes
Let me be your little dog, 'til your big dog comes
When your big dog gets here, show him what this little puppy's done

I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Well, I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go

Let me be your little dog, 'til your big dog comes
Let me be your little dog, 'til your big dog comes
When the big dog gets here, show him what the little puppy's done

Sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes? (My clothes)
Sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes? (My clothes)
I ain't got so many matches but got so long way to go

An ol' poor boy just a long way from home
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
Guess I'll never be happy, everything I do is wrong

But I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
I'm sitting here wondering
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
I ain't got so many matches, but I got a long way to go

Kick it off Carlie, let's cut it