This song, like so many of his for me at least, is not immediately accessible. But it sneaks up on you, and before you know it you're wrapped up in it.
At this moment I'm trying to get tickets to see Bob next month. Never have before. The prices for good seats are unfrigginbelievable, but that's true for a lot of people now. Bob Dylan, a treasure of Americana. How in the Hell! does he do what he does? For all of these years?!
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