CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream (Take 2)
I was riding on the mayflower when I thought I spied some land
I yelled down to captain arab, I'll have ya understand
Who came running to the deck and said boys forget the whale
We're goin' over yonder. cut the engines. change the sails
Haul on that bowline we sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea
I think I'll call it america. I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath. I fell down, I could not stand
Captain arab he starting writing out some deeds
He said let's build us a fort and start buying the place with beads
Just then a cop come down the street crazy as a loon
They throws us all in jail for carryin' harpoons
Aw, me, I busted out don't even ask me how
I went lookin' for some help, I walked past a guernsey cow
Who directed me down to the bowery slums
Where people carried signs around sayin' ban the bums
I jumped right in line, sayin' I hope that I'm not late
When I realized I hadn't eaten for five days straight
I went into a restaurant lookin' for the cook
I told him I was the editor of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome and he wore a powder blue cape
I ordered up some suzette, I said could you please make that crepe
Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boiling fat
Food was flyin' everywhere I left without my hat
I yelled down to captain arab, I'll have ya understand
Who came running to the deck and said boys forget the whale
We're goin' over yonder. cut the engines. change the sails
Haul on that bowline we sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea
I think I'll call it america. I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath. I fell down, I could not stand
Captain arab he starting writing out some deeds
He said let's build us a fort and start buying the place with beads
Just then a cop come down the street crazy as a loon
They throws us all in jail for carryin' harpoons
Aw, me, I busted out don't even ask me how
I went lookin' for some help, I walked past a guernsey cow
Who directed me down to the bowery slums
Where people carried signs around sayin' ban the bums
I jumped right in line, sayin' I hope that I'm not late
When I realized I hadn't eaten for five days straight
I went into a restaurant lookin' for the cook
I told him I was the editor of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome and he wore a powder blue cape
I ordered up some suzette, I said could you please make that crepe
Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boiling fat
Food was flyin' everywhere I left without my hat
