Bob Dylan, The Band - Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread lyrics

Well, the 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 pus
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

It’s a one track town, just
Brown, and a breeze, too
Pack up the meat, sweet, we’re heading out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit
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

Now, 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
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby

Yes, the 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 pus
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread