Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread
Bob Dylan and The Band Lyrics


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Well, 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
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread

It's a one-track town, just brown and a breeze too
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby

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
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread




Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread

Overall Meaning

In "Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread," Bob Dylan and The Band take the listener on a whimsical journey full of surreal imagery that is open to interpretation. The opening lines feature the singer and their comic book catching a bus while the chauffeur is left sick in bed. The repeated lines "Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread" create a catchy chorus, but their meaning is harder to decipher. Some believe "heavy" refers to the weight of the bread or the dollar bill in their pocket, while others think it's a reference to the weight of the world's problems. The song continues with the singer and their companions traveling to Wichita to catch a trout and then to California, where they want to be taken. The final lines echo the opening, with the singer and their comic book catching the bus again, leaving the chauffeur still sick in bed.


The lyrics of "Yea! Heavy and a Bottle of Bread" are layered and multifaceted, and it's clear that there are many interpretations to be had. Some fans have even speculated that the song is a commentary on America's capitalist society, with the repeated mention of "get the loot" and the focus on catching a fish. Others see it as a surreal and playful homage to the Beat movement of the 1950s.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
There's only one thing that can keep me entertained enough, and that's a comic book. Me and the comic were the sole passengers on the bus, no one else to give me company or ruin my fun.


The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
The driver, who I guess wasn't too healthy, was unable to take me on my way.


On the very next day with a nose full of pus
The following day, her condition had worsened to the point where she had to take the day off, stomach-churning with an infection.


Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Damn, that was a pretty heavy scene. Thankfully, I have a bottle of bread with me.


It's a one-track town, just brown and a breeze too
This place is as dull as the single track it’s resting on, it's all brown everywhere, and there's a cool breeze blowing past us.


Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out
Let's get going, hun. We've packed our food, and now we must leave.


For Wichita in a pile of fruit
We're going to Wichita, and we've got a bundle of fruits with us.


Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Hurry and get ready, we're going to catch some trout.


Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
Bring out that drummer from wherever he's hiding, we need him.


Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it
Give me my pipe, and let's get started with the action.


Slap that drummer with a pie that smells
Throw a pie (that probably reeks) at that drummer because he deserves it.


Take me down to California, baby
Let's go to California together, babe.


Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
Again, me and the comic book happened to catch the bus, no other passengers onboard.


The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
The driver is still down with her health.


On the very next day with a nose full of pus
The following day, things didn't seem any better for her, and she remained at home with her runny nose.


Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Man, that was intense. Glad I've got that bottle of bread with me, just in case.




Lyrics © BOB DYLAN MUSIC CO
Written by: BOB DYLAN, DYLAN BOB

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@JorgeLMarquezsM

Magnífica

@MrThermostatic

I'm really surprised at how few the views are on a lot of these classic Dylan songs.

@joebunda9643

can’t get enough of this

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Grandios❤️

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Awesome

@bobthompson8053

There used to be a progressive AM station in Charlotte, North Carolina that would play this.

@steverhodesvideos6244

Why didn't the Grateful Dead do a cover version of this?

@Telecasterluvr

Get the loot don’t be slow we’re gonna catch a trout

@mikeyj.3605

pack up the meat sweet we're head n' out

@rondenny2737

Jim Beam

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