Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine.

So I Cut Off My Hair And I Rode Straight Away, To The Wild Unknown Country Where I Could Not Go Wrong.

With Great Lawyers You Have Discussed Lepers And Crooks, You've Been Through All Of F. Scott Fitzgerald's Books.

Bent Out Of Shape From Society's Pliers, Cares Not To Come Up Any Higher, But Rather Get You Down In The Hole That He's In.

The "joker" Here ["all Along The Watchtower" ] Is The Older [bob] Dylan Himself, Whining About Exploitation, And The Thief's Rejoinder Re-contextualizes The Earlier Critique Into The Religious Frames That Would Become More Prominent As Time Went On.

I'm The Oldest Son Of A Crazy Man, I'm In A Cowboy Band.