Вершы: Bob Dylan. John Wesley Harding. Dear Landlord.

Dear landlord
Please don't put a price on my soul
My burden is heavy
My dreams are beyond control

When that steamboat whistle blows
I'm gonna give you all I got to give
And I do hope you receive it well
Dependin' on the way you feel that you live

Dear landlord
Please hear these words that I speak
I know you've suffered much
But in this you are not so unique

All of us at times we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much
And anyone can fill his life up with things
He can see but he just cannot touch

Dear landlord
Please don't dismiss my case
I'm not about to argue
I'm not about to move to no other place

Now, each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true
And if you don't underestimate me
I won't underestimate you