I was 19, Robert was on the radio
I was never quite sure
If he was singing about me
Or singing about himself
But somebody was like a rollin' stone
Ill-fated like Brian Jones
On his way to Vietnam
A blood and guts diplomat

I'm Bogged Down In Dylan
Never got past Napoleon in rags
Siamese cats and frowns on jugglers
Hung up on a mystery tramp
Bogged Down In Dylan
Still worried 'bout my next meal
Chrome horses and pretty people
Can't tell you how it feels

Mr. Zimmerman, he's an old man
Selling images of a young prophet
I bet he's amused at the money he's made
I bet he's still gettin' laid
I'm still waitin' for times to change
Precious gifts and government checks
Diamond rings, no secrets now
An unknown middle-aged wreck

I'm Bogged Down In Dylan
Never got past Napoleon in rags
Siamese cats and frowns on jugglers
Hung up on a mystery tramp
Bogged Down In Dylan
Still worried 'bout my next meal
Chrome horses and pretty people
Can't tell you how it feels

Bogged Down In Dylan
He's makin' a killin'
While I post my songs
On the web

Solo

Chorus

Jim Colyer ascap