Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

On my way to the book store.
I am stopped by a stranger.
his face worn and wrinkled.
weathered by only what i can imagine.
Tears of heart ache,
like the rain soaks a southern sky
laughter that makes your stomach sore,
like the waves pulling at the sand.
worry that turns you gray,
how the autumn drys the leaves

He stopped me on the side walk.
Just a simple guitar in hand,
Humble of sorts, no show here.
He told me he sang for his living.
What ever i'd like
I wanted to hear him. to be his audience
"what do you like young lady"
I told him i was an old fashion girl.
And he fit the part perfect with...
"Bob Dylan?"
Ah, i cant get enough of the man,
Please play me some Bob Dylan.

A simple song,
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you


I handed him my last Lincoln. 
and he kissed my hand.
"God Bless" he walked away
searching for his next life to bless.


Thanks Doug mays, 

I looked him up and i am pretty sure you can listen to more of Doug Mays here:
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandid=713332