| Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my mother
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| And I’m their bastard son
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| Though my roots show through I’m just 22
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| I don’t belong to anyone
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| When the band was disbanded, I was disowned
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| I got a number you can ring me on but I ain’t got no phone
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| Got a forwarding address, baby I ain’t got no home
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| I got no direction home
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| That’s the style of a bastard child
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| This is the song of a bastard son
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| Uncle lenny used to make me laugh
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| Took away my nightmares, tore my daydreams in half
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| Showed them to me reflected upside-down
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| In the mirror that suzanne vega found
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| Lenny’s still doing his tricks today
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| Only goes to show that growing up might pay
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| Bruce and james were family friends
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| Took my mind to carolina through the new jersey bends
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| Gave me a harmonica when I was three
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| Nailed a banjo to my knees
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| Now bruce is a foreman and james is a slave
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| Bruce gave in and james just gave up
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| My family didn’t grow up too well with technology
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| And I think this is why they disowned me
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| But now I wanna get back into the fold
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| I don’t wanna be a black sheep, I don’t wanna grow old
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| Here’s to warren, neil, t-bone, andy, lou, townes, elliott
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| Tom, steve, elizabeth, elvia, dave
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| You’re singing something good and it’s gotta be saved
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| I think so!
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| I’ve only just started playing guitar and already they say
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| I’m a has-been
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| Say my songs are too long, words are too strong, shoes
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| Aren’t clean
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| See the synthesizer’s broken, the 12 inch does not exist
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| It’s gonna take a blessed life to get on to the hitlist
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| I’m gonna need a blessed life to get on to the hitlist
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| But I’m singing for the men, for the women and the kids
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| Who grew up like me with seven basic instincts hid
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| Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my mother
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| And I’m their bastard son. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bastard Son , by - John Wesley Harding. Song from the album Here Comes The Groom, in the genre Иностранный рок