Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread (Take 1) Bob Dylan & The Band

[Verse 1]
Comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of blood
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

[Chorus]
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

[Verse 2]
One-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're gonna head out
For Wichita now in a pile of fruit
Get the loot, don't be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout

[Chorus]
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

[Verse 3]
Pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells
Take me down to California, baby