THE NEXT BOB DYLAN

THE NEXT BOB DYLAN

(Jackson)

Born to be a loner by trade

Living like a gambler to make a drifter’s wage

All played out on some poorly lit stage

With a line or two in the local page

CHORUS

For the next Bob Dylan

The next Woody Guthrie

With nothing in your pockets but a story to tell

Take the words from your life

And hold on tightly

This glory bound train can burn like hell

As real as the blood in your veins

Once it gets in it always remains

You see the world through a verse and refrain

Hoping there’s a bridge to get you back home again

CHORUS

As the next Bob Dylan

The next Woody Guthrie

With nothing in your pockets but a story to tell

Take the words from your life

And hold on tightly

This glory bound train can burn like hell

SOLO

 

Not sure what it is but it’s bigger than you

You only know it’s what you’re driven to do

Try to create something that might get through

With just an inkwell and paper, three chords and the truth

CHORUS

For the next Bob Dylan

The next Woody Guthrie

With nothing in your pockets but a story to tell

Sing one for Townes Van Zandt

Pray God bless Hank Williams

This glory bound train can burn like hell