Talkin’ Freewheelin’ Thievin’ Blues

Ramblin' out?
I'm lying, man
I ain't be nowhere
I can't stand to leave my home or leave my bed
Goddamn!
She said "Cool, man, let's stay there"
I said "That's fine, I do not care where we are
Just let me be alone"
So I lost interest, she lost God
I came home and she got caught
I had hardly words to say
She said "Man, you got me!"
Hey...
I guess I'll be on my [sweet way?]

[Words?] were thrown and plates were hurled
I called her a little girl
She called me a Dylan fraud
I guess that's where I got caught

No, I don't drink, but if I did
This would be the part I had seen
About my lonely nights in jail
With all my paychecks spent on [bail?]
But in truth I've mainly sat
In my only and lonely flat
Got no friends, ain't got no cats
I've had words with my hands though

Freewheelin' has got me through
Means to me what I mean to you
He's too important, not too [?]
Now he's just a last name