Artist：bob dylan

Songs Title：yea heavy and a bottle of bread

Well 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

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

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