Текст песни Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread

The poor litlle 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

Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out

For Wichita in a pile of fruit

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.

Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
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Bring my pipe, we're gonna shake it

Slap that drummer with a pie that smells

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

The poor litlle 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.

Bob Dylan Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread