Is there any Dylan songs about food? What is typical Dylan food?

Here is The List of Bob Dylan Songs Mention the food

Country Pie

Raspberry, strawberry, lemon and lime
What do I care
Blueberry, apple, cherry, pumpkin and plum
Call me for dinner
Honey, I’ll be there

Bob Dylan – Romance In Durango

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face and my cape
Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape
Sold my guitar to the baker’s son

Yeah! and a bottle of bread!

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

Bob Dylan. On the road again.

Well, I asked for something to eat
I’m hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed
And a dirty hot dog
I’ve got a hole
Where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don’t live here
Honey, I gotta think you’re really weird

Bob Dylan – Highlands

I said “Tell me what I want”
She say “You probably want hard boiled eggs”
I said “That’s right, bring me some”
She says “We ain’t got any, you picked the wrong time to come”
Then she says “I know you’re an artist, draw a picture of me”
I said “I would if I could but
I don’t do sketches from memory”
Well she’s there, she says “I’m right here in front of you
Or haven’t you looked?”

Bob Dylan – One more cup of coffee

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee ‘fore I go
To the valley below

Tombstone Blues – Bob Dylan

Mama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin’ for food
I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues

Bob Dylan, Quinn The Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn)

You know, I like to do just like the rest
You know, I like my sugar sweet
But jumping queues and making haste
You know, it ain’t my cup of meat
Everybody’s out there

Bob Dylan – Gotta Serve Somebody

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

Bob Dylan – Thunder On The Mountain

I got the pork chops, she got the pie
She ain’t no angel and neither am I
Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes
I’ll say this, I don’t give a damn about your dreams

Sign Language

You speak to me
In sign language
As I’m eating a sandwich
In a small café
At a quarter to three
But I can’t respond
To your sign language
You’re taking advantage
Bringing me down
Can’t you make any sound?

Bob Dylan – Talkin’ New York

Just what he was talkin’ about
A lot of people don’t have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks ’n’ knives
And they gotta cut somethin’

Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream

I ordered up some suzette, I said could you please make that crepe
Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boiling fat
Food was flyin’ everywhere I left without my hat.

Bob Dylan – Talkin’ World War III Blues

Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell
Give me a string bean, I’m a hungry man
A shotgun fired and away I ran
I don’t blame them too much though
They didn’t know me

Bob Dylan – The Levee’s Gonna Break

I woke up this morning, butter and eggs in my bed
I woke up this morning, butter and eggs in my bed
I ain’t got enough room to even raise my head

Bob Dylan – fwoggy went a courtin

A little piece of cornbread layin’ on a shelf, uh-huh
A little piece of cornbread layin’ on a shelf, uh-huh
A little piece of cornbread layin’ on a shelf
If you want anymore, you can sing it yourself, uh-huh

Bob Dylan – Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

Well, the rain beating down on my windowpane
I got love for you and it’s all in vain
Brains in the pot, they’re beginning to boil
They’re dripping with garlic and olive oil

Bob Dylan – I Shall Be Free 

Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote
He’s a-runnin’ for office on the ballot note
He’s out there preachin’ in front of the steeple
Tellin’ me he loves all kinds-a people
He’s eatin’ bagels
He’s eatin’ pizza
He’s eatin’ chitlins

  Here Some Jokes About Song Titles 

With Cod On Our Side.

Fishions Of Johanna.

Ballad of Hovis Brown.

Every Grain of Salt.

Mr Aubergine Man.

Only A Prawn in Their Game.

When The Meal Goes Down.

Marty Greene : Are you going out of your way to be strange? Typical Dylan food. Bro, Bob Dylan is just like every other cat that has ever been . He just has a skill for writing some of the best songs EVER. He eats with a knife and fork except when he eats soup. The dude can’t even go out and hang out and relax,it’s gotta suck. I myself have met him more than once always gracious but hates crowds. The cat is like 5 foot 3 but my point is other than writing some of the greatest music ever. He is just like any man who wants to be left alone. And be recognized as little as he can. Because people just can’t remember how to act.Their minds are filled with big idea’s images and distorted facts………..

 

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