Bob Dylan - "Yeah Heavy and a Bottle of Bread" lyrics

Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

It's a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too,
For Wichita in a pile of fruit.
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells.
Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle.
Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it.
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby

Take me down to California, baby
Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of breadThe poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread