Lyrics

She says to me there can only be One Bob Dylan,
With a voice like that and your old sailors cap,
You're not fooling me.

She's an old bar maid though she's twenty-six,
Her life's been a game of pick up sticke,
She says, "Your voice sticks to the walls, my hair standing up on my neck."
It was the first time we met when she told me her dreams,
Of being a washed up beauty queen,
I said, "There's not long to go, all you've gotta do is believe."

That's when she says to me there can only be One Bob Dylan,
With a voice like that and your old sailors cap,
You're not fooling me.

I didn't write this one, It wrote itself,
I simply picked it up from the shelf,
Then I played it again and again,
Til I believed it for myself.
Cause it came from a distant scene,
One rooted in history.

That's when she says to me there can only be One Bob Dylan,
With a voice like that and your old sailors cap,
You're not fooling me.

"I've seen it all before just be yourself and nothing more,
Cause I've got something to say, so you better listen to me."

That's when she says to me there can only be One Bob Dylan,
With a voice like that and your old sailors cap,
You're not fooling me.