Текст песни Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread - Bob Dylan
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 You Ain't Goin' Nowhere
2 Katie's Been Gone
3 Apple Suckling Tree
4 Goin' to Acapulco
5 Don't Ya Tell Henry
6 This Wheel's on Fire
7 Bessie Smith
8 Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread
9 Yazoo Street Scandal
10 Odds and Ends
11 Open the Door, Homer
12 Ruben Remus
13 Lo and Behold!
14 Orange Juice Blues
15 Million Dollar Bash
16 Tears of Rage
17 Too Much of Nothing
18 Ain't No More Cane
19 Crash on the Levee
20 Crash On the Levee
21 Nothing Was Delivered
22 Long Distance Operator
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