> Yeah Heavy And A Bottle of BreadBob Dylan

Yeah Heavy And A Bottle of Bread
Bob Dylan

Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffuer, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day; with a noseful of pus
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread (3)

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 pileof fruit
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout (3)

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 (3)

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