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Bob Dylan Lyrics


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Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin' down the line
Fixin' everybody's troubles
Everybody's except mine
Someone musta told them that I was doin' fine

Oh, you five-and-ten cent women
With nothin' in your heads
I got a real gal I'm lovin'
Lord, I'll love her till I'm dead
Go away from my door and my window, too
Right now

Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
See no sports car run
I don't have no sports car
And I don't even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block

Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me
Up and down the street
With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me

Well, lookit here buddy
You want to be like me?
Pull out your six-shooter
And rob every bank you can see




Tell the judge I said it was all right
Yes

Overall Meaning

The first verse of Bob Dylan's song, "Bob Dylan 01," speaks to the loneliness that the singer feels despite the efforts of The Lone Ranger and Tonto to fix everyone else's troubles. The use of these characters, who are deeply ingrained in American popular culture, adds a layer of complexity to the song. Dylan likely chose these characters because they are seen as heroes, but it is clear that they are not able to solve the singer's problems. The singer seems to be struggling with some sort of inner turmoil that cannot be fixed simply by the actions of others.


The second verse is a critique of "five-and-ten cent women" who have "nothing in their heads." Dylan is likely referring to women who are superficial and materialistic, who care only about money and status. The singer contrasts this with his own love for a "real gal" who he will love until he dies. He then tells the women to "go away" from his door and window, indicating that he wants nothing to do with them. The third verse continues this theme of rejecting materialism, with the singer saying that he has no interest in going to a race track to see sports cars. He is content with what he has, and can even walk around the block without needing any fancy vehicles.


The final verse is perhaps the most enigmatic, with the singer telling someone to "pull out your six-shooter and rob every bank you can see." He then tells them to "tell the judge I said it was all right." This can be interpreted in a number of ways, but it suggests a certain nihilistic streak in the singer. He seems to be advocating for anarchy and breaking of social norms.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
Two fictional characters from the Western folklore.


They are ridin' down the line
They are travelling on horseback down a certain path.


Fixin' everybody's troubles
Helping everyone with their problems.


Everybody's except mine
Sadly, not helping with my troubles.


Someone musta told them that I was doin' fine
Perhaps they thought I was doing okay and didn't require assistance.


Oh, you five-and-ten cent women
Addressing women who aren't wealthy or sophisticated.


With nothin' in your heads
Suggesting that they have no intellectual depth or substance.


I got a real gal I'm lovin'
I have a genuine woman whom I love.


Lord, I'll love her till I'm dead
I will love her for the rest of my life.


Go away from my door and my window, too
Please leave my vicinity.


Right now
Without any delay.


Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
I have no interest in going to a race track.


See no sports car run
I have no desire to watch sports cars racing.


I don't have no sports car
I don't own a sports car.


And I don't even care to have one
Moreover, I don't even want one.


I can walk anytime around the block
I can stroll around the neighbourhood without depending on a sports car.


Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me
The wind keeps pushing me.


Up and down the street
Back and forth on the street.


With my hat in my hand
I'm walking around with my hat in my hand.


And my boots on my feet
Wearing boots to protect my feet.


Watch out so you don't step on me
Be careful not to step on me as I walk on the street.


Well, lookit here buddy
Addressing an acquaintance.


You want to be like me?
Do you aspire to be like me?


Pull out your six-shooter
Get your revolver out.


And rob every bank you can see
Rob each bank you come across.


Tell the judge I said it was all right
Cite me as permission to do this crime.


Yes
Agreement to the previous instruction.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AUDIAM, INC
Written by: BOB DYLAN

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Comments from YouTube:

@sm8821

I mean, come on. Why is this one so underrated. Some of the finest music Dylan ever recorded.

@brittbeck9158

Hi, I don’t think it’s underrated. Every true Fan of Bob, like/love it.
It’s that kind of melody that goes to the heart, the lyrics are great.
Bob/Alias are gorgeous 🙏💙💕

@sm8821

Hi back. I appreciate that. You can't put it better than that. It goes to the ❤️ because Dylan poured his in it. You can feel it from the first note, to the last one.

@maca5645

This and Highway 61 are my fave Dylan records, i have worn them out.

@sm8821

Two of his best. 😉

@pacerodi

Just because he went to Mexico to record it.

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@genehennigh3305

This just may be Dylan's most underrated songs. The harmonica itself is as poetic as good poetry. And poetry is one of Dylan's strong suits.

@andrewhindley7548

Great harmonica

@killianjohn4794

Patt: times have changed billy..
Billy: times maybe!!, not me!

The movie will never get old

@alberto-os1bx

Billy: few months in Mexico are not so bad......Alias: depends who you are.....ain't that something?

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