i shall be free

• 63 the freewheelin bob dylan albumunden bir dylan $arkisi, joan baez yenge de yeri geldikce soyler bayik formatiyla. sozlerini de yazayim tam olsun:
  
  well, i took me a woman late last night,
  i's three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight.
  she took off her wheel, took off her bell,
  took off her wig, said, "how do i smell?"
  i hot-footed it . . . bare-naked . . .
  out the window!
  
  well, sometimes i might get drunk,
  walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk.
  don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
  'cause i got my little lady right by my side.
  (right there
  proud as can be)
  
  i's out there paintin' on the old woodshed
  when a can a black paint it fell on my head.
  i went down to scrub and rub
  but i had to sit in back of the tub.
  (cost a quarter
  and i had to get out quick . . .
  someone wanted to come in and take a sauna)
  
  well, my telephone rang it would not stop,
  it's president kennedy callin' me up.
  he said, "my friend, bob, what do we need to make the country grow?"
  i said, "my friend, john, brigitte bardot,
  anita ekberg,
  sophia loren."
  (put 'em all in the same room with ernest borgnine!)
  
  well, i got a woman sleeps on a cot,
  she yells and hollers and squeals a lot.
  licks my face and tickles my ear,
  bends me over and buys me beer.
  (she's a honeymooner
  a june crooner
  a spoon feeder
  and a natural leader)
  
  oh, there ain't no use in me workin' so heavy,
  i got a woman who works on the levee.
  pumping that water up to her neck,
  every week she sends me a monthly check.
  (she's a humdinger
  folk singer
  dead ringer
  for a thing-a-muh jigger)
  
  late one day in the middle of the week,
  eyes were closed i was half asleep.
  i chased me a woman up the hill,
  right in the middle of an air raid drill.
  it was little bo peep!
  (i jumped a fallout shelter
  i jumped a bean stalk
  i jumped a ferris wheel)
  
  now, the man on the stand he wants my vote,
  he's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note.
  he's out there preachin' in front of the steeple,
  tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people.
  (he's eatin' bagels
  he's eatin' pizza
  he's eatin' chitlins
  he's eatin' bullshit!)
  
  oh, set me down on a television floor,
  i'll flip the channel to number four.
  out of the shower comes a grown-up man
  with a bottle of hair oil in his hand.
  (it's that greasy kid stuff.
  what i want to know, mr. football man, is
  what do you do about willy mays and yul brynner,
  charles de gaulle
  and robert louis stevenson?)
  
  well, the funniest woman i ever seen
  was the great-granddaughter of mr. clean.
  she takes about fifteen baths a day,
  wants me to grow a cigar on my face.
  (she's a little bit heavy!)
  
  well, ask me why i'm drunk alla time,
  it levels my head and eases my mind.
  i just walk along and stroll and sing,
  i see better days and i do better things.
  (i catch dinosaurs
  i make love to elizabeth taylor . . .
  catch hell from richard burton!)
  
  (bkz: i shall be free no 10)