Minstrel Boy — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it roll?

Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it down easy to save his soul?



Oh, luckys been drivin a long, long time

And now hes stuck on top of the hill.

With twelve forward gears, its been a long hard climb,

And with all of them ladies, though, hes lonely still.



Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it roll?

Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it down easy to save his soul?



Well, he deep in number and heavy in toil,

Mighty mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load.

Beneath his boundries, what more can I tell,

With all of his travlin, but Im still on that road.



Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it roll?

Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Whos gonna let it down easy to save his soul?