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 
little less of Bob and a little more of me 

Awwww 

How does it feel to be on your own 
Lower than [bad word] 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