Singing Dylan
Singing Dylan
I had a cheap guitar
(good enough for Dylan)
and a first-rate imagination;
Dave thought he could sing,
so we hollered
The Times They Are A-Changin'
in my breezeway,
belting child rebellion
and a whole new order,
playing with such sincerity
to the green plaster wall,
when my father walked through,
reminding me I needed to finish
mowing the lawn.