Who want to waste time and energy arguing over hypothetical issues. Mr. Zimmerman has come to the rescue. There is a Bob song for every occasion. I hope the Red Sox fan the cat lover who regularly read this blog can read these lyrics and use their imagination. Dylan has plenty of hair on his head and never wore it in a pony tail.
Dear landlord,
Please don't put a price on my soul.
My burden is heavy,
My dreams are beyond control.
When that steamboat whistle blows,
I'm gonna give you all I got to give,
And I do hope you receive it well,
Dependin' on the way you feel that you live.
Dear landlord,
Please heed these words that I speak.
I know you've suffered much,
But in this you are not so unique.
All of us, at times, we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much,
And anyone can fill his life up
With things he can see but he just cannot touch.
Dear landlord,
Please don't dismiss my case.
I'm not about to argue,
I'm not about to move to no other place.
Now, each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true,
And if you don't underestimate me,
I won't underestimate you.
1 comment:
Dear Landlord,
Your room for let may cost only a Schilling
and these Monster seats
rely on him to be filling
But Manny and Trot
Will also get hot
And O’ the times they are a' thrilling
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