Bastard Son (Live)

Lyrics

[Intro] Last song, this is the last song Thanks for being here Just gonna tell you about my family It's a brief story but— Bob Dylan is my father, yeah, Joan Baez is my mother And I'm their bastard son [Verse 1] Though my roots show through I'm just twenty-two 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 [Refrain] That's the style of a bastard child This is the song of a bastard son, yeah [Spoken] Leonard Cohen, he's my uncle [Verse 2] Uncle Leonard 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 Leonard's still doing his tricks today Only goes to show that growing up might pay [Refrain] That's the style of a bastard child This is the song of a bastard son, yeah [Verse 3] Well, 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 hero, yeah, James is a slave Bruce gave in and James just gave up [Refrain] That's the style of a bastard child This is the song of a bastard son [Spoken] I nicked this riff from Bruce Springsteen entirely, actually Used to be a song called "Down, Down, Down" I don't think you've heard that one [Verse 4] Well, my family didn't grow up too well with technology But I think that this is why they disowned me But I don't wanna be a black sheep getting old I don't wanna be a black sheep, wanna get back in the fold So here's to Leonard, Neil, Warren, Andy, yeah, T-Bone, Dave You're singing something good man, it's gotta be saved [Refrain] That's the style of a bastard child This is the song of a bastard son, yeah [Verse 5] I've only just started playing the guitar And already they say I'm a has-been Say my songs are too long, words are too strong, lyrics aren't clean The synthesizer's broken, the twelve inch does not exist, it's true It's gonna take me a blessed life to get on to the hit list It's gonna take me a blessed life to get on to the hit list, yeah But I'm singing for the men, for the women and the kids Who grew up like me with seven basic instincts hid [Refrain] That's the style of a bastard child This is the song of a bastard son That's the style of a bastard child This is the song of a bastard son [Outro] Alright, thanks a lot for listening You've been great and I thank you Thanks One more thing to say— Shh, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, one more thing Just wanna say one thing before I go and that is: Bob Dylan is my father, Joan Baez is my mother And I'm their bastard son—thanks! You're great Good night folks Good night folks Thanks a lot