Lyrics:Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan by The Pardos
I wanted to be coffee house Second-wave feminist I wanted to be dissident Singing for the junior communists Turn back time for me I was in line to be The next great American Folk singer’s hanging tree I wanted to be Bob Dylan But my bohemian cred Was ripped to shreds I wanted to be Bob Dylan But my God-given shame Went up in flames Again Is it really any wonder That I would go sell-out? Isn’t fame and fortune What this whole peace thing’s about? But if I play a simple song Just me and my guitar You wouldn’t see the irony Because I’ve learned to play the part
 * Written by: Adam Rudy
 * Composed by: Adam Rudy
 * Appears On: For the People