Bastard Son Lyrics - Singles - John Wesley Harding

Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my mother 

And I'm their bastard son 

Though my roots show through I'm just 22 

I don't belong to anyone 

When the band was disbanded, I was disowned 

I got a number you can ring me on but I ain't got no phone 

Got a forwarding address, baby I ain't got no home 

I got no direction home 

That's the style of a bastard child 

This is the song of a bastard son 

Uncle lenny used to make me laugh 

Took away my nightmares, tore my daydreams in half 

Showed them to me reflected upside-down 

In the mirror that suzanne vega found 

Lenny's still doing his tricks today 

Only goes to show that growing up might pay 

Bruce and james were family friends 

Took my mind to carolina through the new jersey bends 

Gave me a harmonica when I was three 

Nailed a banjo to my knees 

Now bruce is a foreman and james is a slave 

Bruce gave in and james just gave up 

My family didn't grow up too well with technology 

And I think this is why they disowned me 

But now I wanna get back into the fold 

I don't wanna be a black sheep, I don't wanna grow old 

Here's to warren, neil, t-bone, andy, lou, townes, elliott 

Tom, steve, elizabeth, elvia, dave 

You're singing something good and it's gotta be saved 

I think so! 

I've only just started playing guitar and already they say 

I'm a has-been 

Say my songs are too long, words are too strong, shoes 

Aren't clean 

See the synthesizer's broken, the 12 inch does not exist 

It's gonna take a blessed life to get on to the hitlist 

I'm gonna need a blessed life to get on to the hitlist 

But I'm singing for the men, for the women and the kids 

Who grew up like me with seven basic instincts hid 

Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my mother 

And I'm their bastard son.