John Wesley Harding - Bastard Son Lyrics
Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my motherAnd Im their bastard sonThough my roots show through Im just 22I dont belong to anyoneWhen the band was disbanded, I was disownedI got a number you can ring me on but I aint got no phoneGot a forwarding address, baby I aint got no homeI got no direction homeThats the style of a bastard childThis is the song of a bastard sonUncle lenny used to make me laughTook away my nightmares, tore my daydreams in halfShowed them to me reflected upside-downIn the mirror that suzanne vega foundLennys still doing his tricks todayOnly goes to show that growing up might payBruce and james were family friendsTook my mind to carolina through the new jersey bendsGave me a harmonica when I was threeNailed a banjo to my kneesNow bruce is a foreman and james is a slaveBruce gave in and james just gave upMy family didnt grow up too well with technologyAnd I think this is why they disowned meBut now I wanna get back into the foldI dont wanna be a black sheep, I dont wanna grow oldHeres to warren, neil, t-bone, andy, lou, townes, elliottTom, steve, elizabeth, elvia, daveYoure singing something good and its gotta be savedI think so!Ive only just started playing guitar and already they sayIm a has-beenSay my songs are too long, words are too strong, shoesArent cleanSee the synthesizers broken, the 12 inch does not existIts gonna take a blessed life to get on to the hitlistIm gonna need a blessed life to get on to the hitlistBut Im singing for the men, for the women and the kidsWho grew up like me with seven basic instincts hidBob dylan is my father, joan baez is my motherAnd Im their bastard son.
