Bob Dylan. Drake Bell. Composição: Indisponível. 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. A little less of Bob and a little more of me. Awwww. How does it feel to be on your own. Lower than a complete 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