Letras de Song for Bob Dylan (In Concert: John Peel, stereo)

Hear this Robert Zimmerman, I′ll sing a song for you
'Bout a strange young man named Dylan with a voice like sand in glue
Those words in terms of vengeance could pin us to the floor
But a few more people on put the fear in a whole lot more

Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes again
That same old painted lady from the brow of the superbrain
She′ll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend
With a couple of songs from your old
Scrapbook, we'll send her home again

Hear this Robert Zimmerman, I don't suppose we′ll meet
Just ask your good friend Dylan if he gaze awhile down the old street
Tell him we lost his poems, now we′re writing on the walls
Just give us back our unity, just give us back our families
We're every nation′s refugees, don't leave us with this sand

Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes again
That same old painted lady from the brow of the superbrain
She′ll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend
With a couple of songs from your old
Scrapbook, we'll send her home again

Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again