Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast

Henry Bernstein

Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music one song at a time.

  1. 2d ago

    29. Goodbye Jimmy Reed with Erin Callahan

    Welcome to Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music one song at a time. In this episode, Henry welcomes back his bestie Erin Callahan to talk about Goodbye Jimmy Reed and the finale of the Long Hot Summer 2026 in Nashville!  Goodbye Jimmy Reed Written by: Bob Dylan I live on a street named after a Saint Women in the churches wear powder and paint Where the Jews and the Catholics and the Muslims all pray I can tell a Proddy from a mile away Goodbye Jimmy Reed - Jimmy Reed indeed Give me that old time religion, it’s just what I need For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory Go tell it on the Mountain, go tell the real story Tell it in that straight forward puritanical tone In the mystic hours when a person’s alone Goodbye Jimmy Reed - Godspeed Thump on the bible - proclaim the creed You won’t amount to much the people all said ‘Cause I didn’t play guitar behind my head Never pandered never acted proud Never took off my shoes and threw them into the crowd Goodbye Jimmy Reed - goodbye and goodnight I’ll put a jewel in your crown - I’ll put out the light They threw everything at me, everything in the book Had nothing to fight with but a butcher’s hook They have no pity - they don’t lend a hand And I can’t sing a song that I don’t understand Goodbye Jimmy Reed - goodbye and good luck Can’t play the record ‘cause my needle got stuck Transparent woman in a transparent dress It suits you well - I must confess I’ll break open your grapes I’ll suck out the juice I need you like my head needs a noose Goodbye Jimmy Reed, goodbye and so long I thought I could resist her but I was so wrong G-d be with you, brother dear If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you here? Oh, nothing much, I’m just looking for the man I came to see where he’s lying in this lost land Goodbye Jimmy Reed and with everything within ya Can’t you hear me calling from down in Virginia     Check out Erin's new book! https://bookshop.org/p/books/bob-dylan-in-the-1980s-a-reconsideration-erin-c-callahan/1f54f866c253f95d  And her fabulous podcast: https://infinitygoesupontrial.substack.com/ Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob, If you would like to support hosting my  podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice.  Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, Linda Maultsby and Nancy Cobb over on Substack. Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.

  2. Jul 15

    28. Desolation Row with Dr. Stephen Daniel Arnoff

    Welcome to Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music, one song at a time. In this episode, Henry welcomes renowned scholar and author of "About Man and God and Law: The Spiritual Wisdom of Bob Dylan," Dr. Stephen Daniel Arnoff to discuss a top 3 song, of Henry's from the legendary, Highway 61 Revisited, 1965's DESOLATION ROW.  Listen to the song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUvcWXTIjcU Desolation Row Written by: Bob Dylan They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They’ve got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they’re restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy “It takes one to know one,” she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning “You Belong to Me I Believe” And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend You better leave” And the only sound that’s left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortune-telling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing He’s getting ready for the show He’s going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession’s her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah’s great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients They’re trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She’s in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read “Have Mercy on His Soul” They all play on pennywhistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains They’re getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They’re spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls “Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row” Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero’s Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody’s shouting “Which Side Are You On?” And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot Fighting in the captain’s tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the doorknob broke) When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can’t read too good Don’t send me no more letters no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob, If you would like to support hosting my  podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice.  Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, Linda Maultsby and Nancy Cobb over on Substack. Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.

  3. Jun 15

    27. "Bob" by Weird Al with Ray Padgett

    In this weird Episode, Henry veers off course to talk to Bob Dylan scholar, writer & expert, Ray Padgett, about Weird Al Yankovic's 2003 pastiche of a Bob Dylan song, "Bob." Come for Ray Padgett, stay for the best palindromes you'll hear today! I promise, next month, back to a Bob Dylan song!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIty7RqbF9o  I, man, am Regal, a German am I Never odd or even If I had a Hi-Fi Madam, I'm Adam Too hot to hoot No lemons, no melon Too bad I hid a boot Lisa Bonet ate no basil Warsaw was raw Was it a car or a cat I saw? Rise to vote, sir Do geese see God? Do nine men interpret? Nine men I nod Rats live on no evil star Won't lovers revolt now? Race fast safe car Pa's a sap Ma is as selfless as I am May a moody baby doom a yam Ah Satan sees Natasha No devil lived on Lonely Tylenol Not a banana baton No X in Nixon O stone, be not so O Geronimo, no minor ego "Naomi" I moan A Toyota's a Toyota A dog, a panic, in a pagoda Oh no, Don Ho Nurse, I spy gypsies, run! Senile felines Now I see bees, I won UFO tofu We panic in a pew Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo God, a red nugget, a fat egg under a dog Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog   Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob, If you would like to support hosting my  podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice.  Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, Linda Maultsby and Nancy Cobb over on Substack. Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.

  4. May 16

    26. John Brown with Jon Lasser

    Welcome to Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music one song at a time. Henry brings in Professor Jon Lasser to teach us all about the early 60's Bob Dylan song that didn't see the light of day till the mid 90s, "John Brown." Learn more from Jon at @teachingbobdylan! Listen and follow along with the song here: John Brown Written by: Bob Dylan John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all His mama’s face broke out all in a grin “Oh son, you look so fine, I’m glad you’re a son of mine You make me proud to know you hold a gun Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get And we’ll put them on the wall when you come home” As that old train pulled out, John’s ma began to shout Tellin’ ev’ryone in the neighborhood: “That’s my son that’s about to go, he’s a soldier now, you know” She made well sure her neighbors understood She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile As she showed them to the people from next door And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun And these things you called a good old-fashioned war Oh! Good old-fashioned war! Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come They ceased to come for about ten months or more Then a letter finally came saying, “Go down and meet the train Your son’s a-coming home from the war” She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around But she could not see her soldier son in sight But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last When she did she could hardly believe her eyes Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off And he wore a metal brace around his waist He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know While she couldn’t even recognize his face! Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face “Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done How is it you come to be this way?” He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And the mother had to turn her face away “Don’t you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You thought it was the best thing I could do? I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud You wasn’t there standing in my shoes” “Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here? I’m a-tryin’ to kill somebody or die tryin’ But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close And I saw that his face looked just like mine” Oh! Lord! Just like mine! “And I couldn’t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink That I was just a puppet in a play And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke And a cannonball blew my eyes away” As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock At seein’ the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to go, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand Copyright © 1963, 1968 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991, 1996 by Special Rider Music Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob, If you would like to support hosting my  podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice.  Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, Linda Maultsby and Nancy Cobb over on Substack. Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.

  5. Apr 15

    25. Mississippi with Laura Tenschert (Definitely Dylan)

    Welcome to Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music one song at a time. Henry finally welcomes the iconic Queen of Bob Dylan Podcasting, Laura Tenschert aka "Definitely Dylan!" In this episode Laura brings our first "Love & Theft" song to the podcast with, "Mississippi" for a lively and fun discussion! Mississippi Written by: Bob Dylan Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is pilin’ up, we struggle and we scrape We’re all boxed in, nowhere to escape City’s just a jungle, more games to play Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away I was raised in the country, I been workin’ in the town I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down Got nothing for you, I had nothing before Don’t even have anything for myself anymore Sky full of fire, pain pourin’ down Nothing you can sell me, I’ll see you around All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Well, the devil’s in the alley, mule’s in the stall Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all I was thinkin’ about the things that Rosie said I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie’s bed Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees Feeling like a stranger nobody sees So many things that we never will undo I know you’re sorry, I’m sorry too Some people will offer you their hand and some won’t Last night I knew you, tonight I don’t I need somethin’ strong to distract my mind I’m gonna look at you ‘til my eyes go blind Well I got here following the southern star I crossed that river just to be where you are Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Well my ship’s been split to splinters and it’s sinking fast I’m drownin’ in the poison, got no future, got no past But my heart is not weary, it’s light and it’s free I’ve got nothin’ but affection for all those who’ve sailed with me Everybody movin’ if they ain’t already there Everybody got to move somewhere Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow Things should start to get interesting right about now My clothes are wet, tight on my skin Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in I know that fortune is waitin’ to be kind So give me your hand and say you’ll be mine Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Copyright © 1996 by Special Rider Music Check out https://www.definitelydylan.com/ and Laura's Patreon, for more content! https://www.patreon.com/c/definitelydylan/posts Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob, If you would like to support hosting my  podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice.  Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, Linda Maultsby and Nancy Cobb over on Substack. Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.

  6. Mar 15

    24. Cold Irons Bound with Michael Glover Smith

    Welcome to Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music one song at a time.  In this episode, Chicago Filmmaker and author, Michael Glover Smith returns to discuss 1997's Grammy award winning, Cold Irons Bound and its placement in 2003's Masked & Anonymous. Michael also talks about his book, "Bob Dylan As Filmmaker: No Time To Think.  Check out www.michaelgloversmith.com Listen to the song and follow along with the lyrics:  Cold Irons Bound Written by: Bob Dylan I’m beginning to hear voices and there’s no one around Well, I’m all used up and the fields have turned brown I went to church on Sunday and she passed by My love for her is taking such a long time to die I’m waist deep, waist deep in the mist It’s almost like, almost like I don’t exist I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound The walls of pride are high and wide Can’t see over to the other side It’s such a sad thing to see beauty decay It’s sadder still to feel your heart torn away One look at you and I’m out of control Like the universe has swallowed me whole I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound There’s too many people, too many to recall I thought some of ’m were friends of mine, I was wrong about ’m all Well, the road is rocky and the hillside’s mud Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood I found my world, found my world in you But your love just hasn’t proved true I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound Oh, the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds Reality has always had too many heads Some things last longer than you think they will There are some kind of things you can never kill It’s you and you only I been thinking about But you can’t see in and it’s hard lookin’ out I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound Well the fat’s in the fire and the water’s in the tank The whiskey’s in the jar and the money’s in the bank I tried to love and protect you because I cared I’m gonna remember forever the joy that we shared Looking at you and I’m on my bended knee You have no idea what you do to me I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound   Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob, If you would like to support hosting my  podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice.  Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, Linda Maultsby and Nancy Cobb over on Substack. Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.

  7. Feb 15

    23. Lily, Rosemary & The Jack Of Hearts with Amy Maude Helfer (Mezzo Soprano)

    Henry welcomes professional opera singer and cantor, Mezzo Soprano, Amy Maude Helfer, to talk about 1975's Blood On The Tracks song, Lily Rosemary & The Jack Of Hearts. Listen to the song and follow along with the lyrics: https://www.bobdylan.com/songs/lily-rosemary-and-jack-hearts/ Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of HeartsWritten by: Bob Dylan The festival was over, the boys were all plannin’ for a fall The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin’ wheel shut down Anyone with any sense had already left town He was standin’ in the doorway lookin’ like the Jack of Hearts He moved across the mirrored room, “Set it up for everyone,” he said Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin’ before he turned their heads Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin “Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?” Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts Backstage the girls were playin’ five-card stud by the stairs Lily had two queens, she was hopin’ for a third to match her pair Outside the streets were fillin’ up, the window was open wide A gentle breeze was blowin’, you could feel it from inside Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts Big Jim was no one’s fool, he owned the town’s only diamond mine He made his usual entrance lookin’ so dandy and so fine With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town She slipped in through the side door lookin’ like a queen without a crown She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear “Sorry, darlin’, that I’m late,” but he didn’t seem to hear He was starin’ into space over at the Jack of Hearts “I know I’ve seen that face before,” Big Jim was thinkin’ to himself “Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody’s shelf” But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the houselights did dim And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him Starin’ at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled She’d come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere But she’d never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts The hangin’ judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined The drillin’ in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind It was known all around that Lily had Jim’s ring And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king No, nothin’ ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts Rosemary started drinkin’ hard and seein’ her reflection in the knife She was tired of the attention, tired of playin’ the role of Big Jim’s wife She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide Was lookin’ to do just one good deed before she died She was gazin’ to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away “Has your luck run out?” she laughed at him, “Well, I guess you must     have known it would someday Be careful not to touch the wall, there’s a brand-new coat of paint I’m glad to see you’re still alive, you’re lookin’ like a saint” Down the hallway footsteps were comin’ for the Jack of Hearts The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair “There’s something funny going on,” he said, “I can just feel it in the air” He went to get the hangin’ judge, but the hangin’ judge was drunk As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts Lily’s arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch She forgot all about the man she couldn’t stand who hounded her so much “I’ve missed you so,” she said to him, and he felt she was sincere But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked And Big Jim was standin’ there, ya couldn’t say surprised Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes She was with Big Jim but she was leanin’ to the Jack of Hearts Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall And cleaned out the bank safe, it’s said that they got off with quite a haul In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground For one more member who had business back in town But they couldn’t go no further without the Jack of Hearts The next day was hangin’ day, the sky was overcast and black Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn’t even blink The hangin’ judge was sober, he hadn’t had a drink The only person on the scene missin’ was the Jack of Hearts The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, “Closed for repair” Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair She was thinkin’ ’bout her father, who she very rarely saw Thinkin’ ’bout Rosemary and thinkin’ about the law But most of all she was thinkin’ ’bout the Jack of Hearts Copyright © 1974 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2002 by Ram’s Horn Music Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob, If you would like to support hosting my  podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice.  Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, Linda Maultsby and Nancy Cobb over on Substack. Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.

  8. Jan 15

    22. Tryin' To Get To Heaven with Steven Rings (What Did You Hear?)

    In this episode, Henry joins Steven Rings, author of "What Did You Hear? The Music Of Bob Dylan," in his home studio to break down the music in the Time Out Of Mind masterpiece, "Tryin' To Get To Heaven." Listen to the album version, and when you hear us start talking about the "2000 version" found on both Fragments and Tell Tale Signs, listen here. Tryin' To Get To Heaven  Written By Bob Dylan: The air is getting hotter There’s a rumbling in the skies I’ve been wading through the high muddy water With the heat rising in my eyes Every day your memory grows dimmer It doesn’t haunt me like it did before I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere Trying to get to heaven before they close the door When I was in Missouri They would not let me be I had to leave there in a hurry I only saw what they let me see You broke a heart that loved you Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore I’ve been walking that lonesome valley Trying to get to heaven before they close the door People on the platforms Waiting for the trains I can hear their hearts a-beatin’ Like pendulums swinging on chains I tried to give you everything That your heart was longing for I’m just going down the road feeling bad Trying to get to heaven before they close the door I’m going down the river Down to New Orleans They tell me everything is gonna be all right But I don’t know what “all right” even means I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore I been all around the world, boys Now I’m trying to get to heaven before they close the door Gonna sleep down in the parlor And relive my dreams I’ll close my eyes and I wonder If everything is as hollow as it seems When you think that you’ve lost everything You find out you can always lose a little more I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down Now I’m trying to get to heaven before they close the door Copyright © 1997 by Special Rider Music Follow us on Instagram @songsofbob, If you would like to support hosting my  podcasts, please check out my Patreon where for $5 I will give you a shout out on the podcast of your choice.  Thank you to, Rob Kelly, Roberta Rakove, Matt Simonson, and Christopher Vanni. For $10, in addition to the shout-out I'll send you a surprise piece of Bob Dylan merch! Thank you to Kaitie Cerovec who is already enjoying her merch! I have a merch shop! Check out all sorts of fun Bob Dylan (and more) items! Thank you to Mark Godfrey, Linda Maultsby and Nancy Cobb over on Substack. Email us at songsofbobdylan@gmail.com Subscribe: YouTube, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Substack.

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Songs of Experience: A Bob Dylan Podcast, where we explore the man and the music one song at a time.