Bob Dylan with the guitar
Singing and playing,
striking the chords, the wires
And singing the song
Written and set to music
And it sounding, resounding
In the hat,
The coat, pants and long boots
With his musical bands accompanying him
To give performances
When with the musical troupes and bands
For concert programmes.
Bob with the guitar, in the hat, suits and boots,
In high spirit, pop culture and tune,
They taking his photographs,
Asking for autographs
And he striking, striking the chords, plucking,
Plucking and pulling the wires
And it cackling, cackling.
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