Bob Dylan - Minstrel Boy текст песни

Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it roll?

Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

Oh, luckys been drivin a long, long time

And now hes stuck on top of the hill.

With twelve forward gears, its been a long hard climb,

And with all of them ladies, though, hes lonely still.

Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it roll?

Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

Well, he deep in number and heavy in toil,

Mighty mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load.

Beneath his boundries, what more can I tell,

With all of his travlin, but Im still on that road.

Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it roll?

Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it down easy to save his soul?