An Intellectual Country Song About Joan Baez Songtext
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You make me feel the way Bob Dylan must have felt after he first met Joan
Completely disregarding how the story ended up with both of them pretty much alone
I'm not saying that I'm riding your coattails to fame and glory, no
Just that you make me feel like Bob Dylan must have felt after he first met Joan
You make me feel like Pip longing for Estella back in the Victorian days
And his Great Expectations didn't come out to much, but it's only a book anyway
And I'm not saying you're a cold heartless bitch who was raised just to lead men astray
Just that you make me feel like Pip longing for Estella back in the Victorian days
Completely disregarding how the story ended up with both of them pretty much alone
I'm not saying that I'm riding your coattails to fame and glory, no
Just that you make me feel like Bob Dylan must have felt after he first met Joan
You make me feel like Pip longing for Estella back in the Victorian days
And his Great Expectations didn't come out to much, but it's only a book anyway
And I'm not saying you're a cold heartless bitch who was raised just to lead men astray
Just that you make me feel like Pip longing for Estella back in the Victorian days
You make me feel like Rudolpho in the garret, running into Mimi that night
With her tiny hand frozen, but beautiful still, looking for a candlelight
At the end of the opera, she's dead of consumption, but you're pretty healthy, right?
You make me feel like Rudolpho in the garret, running into Mimi that night
Pagliacci went out stabbing
Love left the Great Gatsby dead
Don Quixote only had it easy because
Dulcinea was all in his head
You make me feel the way Bob Dylan must have felt after he first kissed Joan
Completely disregarding how the story ended up with both of them pretty much alone
I don't wish to imply that I'm riding your coattails to fame and glory, no
Just that you make me feel like Bob Dylan must have felt after he first kissed Joan
La commedia e finita!
With her tiny hand frozen, but beautiful still, looking for a candlelight
At the end of the opera, she's dead of consumption, but you're pretty healthy, right?
You make me feel like Rudolpho in the garret, running into Mimi that night
Pagliacci went out stabbing
Love left the Great Gatsby dead
Don Quixote only had it easy because
Dulcinea was all in his head
You make me feel the way Bob Dylan must have felt after he first kissed Joan
Completely disregarding how the story ended up with both of them pretty much alone
I don't wish to imply that I'm riding your coattails to fame and glory, no
Just that you make me feel like Bob Dylan must have felt after he first kissed Joan
La commedia e finita!
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