Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground,

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

Bob Dylan Was Again An Entirely New Person - This Time Old, Craggy, Cynical, And World-weary, As In "not Dark Yet".

I Don't Think I'm Tangible To Myself.

I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing A Certain Place.

I Come From Way North. We'd Listen To Radio Shows All The Time. I Think I Was The Last Generation, Or Pretty Close To The Last One, That Grew Up Without Tv.