Besedila: Drake Bell. Bob Dylan.

How may roads must a man walk down
I wish I could write so profound
The words he spoke were blown in the wind
Pick up my air guitar and write like him

Awwww Bob Dylan

I live my life like a Rolling Stone
Feel my words are not my own
You can't tell me what to sing
But the times they are changing

Awwww Bob Dylan
Awwww Bob Dylan

Look out kid
There's something you did
God knows when but you're doin' it again
Searchin' around for dignity
A little less of Bob and a little more of me

Awwww

How does it feel to be on your own
Lower than a complete unknown
Searchin' for poetry in all the wrong places
Looking for acceptance it strangers faces

Awwww Bob Dylan
Awwww Bob Dylan
Awwww Bob Dylan
Awwww Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, yeah
Oooh Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan