Bob Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941 in Duluth, Minnesota, United States) is an American musician, poet and artist whose position in popular culture is unique.
Dylan started his musical odyssey in 1959 when he began playing in Dinkytown, Minneapolis while attending the University of Minnesota. Shortly after starting to play he changed his stage name to Bob Dylan, after being influenced by the poetry of Dylan Thomas before legally changing his name in 1962.
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IT TAKES A LOT TO LAUGH, IT TAKES A TRAIN TO CRY Bob Dylan
A... A... A... A... A... Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill A... A... A... A... I been up all night, leanin' on the window sill A. A/G. D. E... E... Well, if I die on top of the hill A... A... A... Well, if I don't make it mama, you know my baby will
Don't the moon look good mama, shinin' through the trees Don't the brakemen look good mama, flaggin' down the double E's Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea But don't my gal look fine when she's comin' after me
Now the wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody, but I could not get across I wanna be your lover baby, I don't wanna be your boss Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost
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