Bob Dylan
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Unlike most of the songs nowadays that have been written up in Tin Pan Alley
That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays
This, this is a song, this wasn't written up there
This was written somewhere down in the United States

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'
And Lord, I'll love her 'til 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, look it 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

Bob Dylan's Blues is a song by Bob Dylan that is written in a conversational style where the singer talks about his own songwriting process and the state of popular music at the time. The song opens with Dylan expressing his disdain for popular music that is churned out from Tin Pan Alley, a district in New York City that was known for publishing sheet music in the early 20th century. Dylan asserts that his song is different from those and that it was written somewhere in the United States, rather than in Tin Pan Alley.


The song then moves quickly to a description of the Lone Ranger and Tonto, who are popular comic book and radio characters in the United States. Dylan muses that they are always fixing everybody's troubles except his own. He then addresses the "five and ten cent women" or the superficial women with nothing in their heads, and proclaims that he has a genuine and true love that he will love until he is dead. He implores the women to go away from his door and window.


The song then moves on to Dylan's personal preferences and interests, where he asserts that he does go down to the race track to see sports cars run as he doesn’t have any to care about. He then describes the wind that keeps blowing him up and down the street with a hat in his hand and boots on his feet, cautioning others to be careful not to step on him. Finally, he shares a sarcastic piece of advice with his listener, asking them to pull out their six-shooter and rob every bank they can see, and to tell the judge that he said it was all right.


Line by Line Meaning

Unlike most of the songs nowadays that have been written up in Tin Pan Alley
Most of the current folk songs are composed in Tin Pan Alley. But this song is not like the others out there.


That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays
This is just stating the fact that the majority of the folk songs these days are written in Tin Pan Alley.


This, this is a song, this wasn't written up there
This song was not composed in Tin Pan Alley, it came from somewhere else in the United States.


This was written somewhere down in the United States
This song was composed in some unknown place in the United States, away from Tin Pan Alley.


Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
The writer refers to the popular radio and television characters, Lone Ranger and Tonto.


They are ridin' down the line
Lone Ranger and Tonto are riding down the path.


Fixin' everybody's troubles
They are riding around and helping everyone who needs help.


Everybody's except mine
They are busy helping everyone else, but they haven't helped the writer yet.


Someone musta told them that I was doin' fine
The writer assumes that someone might have told Lone Ranger and Tonto that he's doing fine, hence they aren't helping him.


Oh, you five and ten cent women
The writer is addressing the women who spend their time window shopping around the stores.


With nothin' in your heads
The women are window shopping around the stores without any goal in their heads.


I got a real gal I'm lovin'
The writer has a genuine girlfriend who he loves.


And Lord, I'll love her 'til I'm dead
He swears that his love for his girlfriend is real and it will last till he dies.


Go away from my door and my window, too
The writer tells the women to leave him alone and stop window shopping around his house.


Right now
He is commanding these women to leave immediately.


Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
The writer won't go to the race track to watch cars racing around.


See no sports car run
He won't see any sports car running at a race track because he won't go there in the first place.


I don't have no sports car
The writer does not have any sports car himself.


And I don't even care to have one
Furthermore, he is saying that he does not care about having a sports car as well.


I can walk anytime around the block
Walking around the block is enough for him, he doesn't need any fancy cars or racing.


Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me
The wind is blowing around the writer continuously.


Up and down the street
The wind is blowing the writer up and down the street, without any particular direction.


With my hat in my hand
The writer is holding his hat in his hand, probably because the wind might blow it off his head.


And my boots on my feet
He's wearing his boots, hence the writer must be outside on the street.


Watch out so you don't step on me
He requests people to be careful and not step over him, probably because he feels small and vulnerable.


Well, look it here buddy
The writer is addressing someone closely, probably a friend.


You want to be like me?
He's asking that person if he wants to be like him.


Pull out your six-shooter
He suggests that the person should draw his gun.


And rob every bank you can see
The writer is being sarcastic and telling that person to rob every bank they can see, even though it's not the right thing to do.


Tell the judge I said it was all right
He orders that person to tell the judge that the writer said it was alright to rob banks.


Yes
He solidifies that order with a single word, ending the song abruptly.




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Written by: Bob Dylan

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Paulo Mariano

Eu tinha nessa época 2 anos de idade, aprendi a gostar das canções do Bob Dylan e admirár seu trabalho, aos 16 anos, e nesse exato momento estou aqui aos 62 anos curtindo em Porto Velho Rondônia Brasil , desejo a ele e sua família, saúde e paz.

JAMISON TRINDADE

melhor Álbum do Bob Dylan

Marcos Porrini

What a great album!

Lawful Shepard

How? This is horrible

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Melchi Zedeq

23:15 House of the Risin' Sun
30:47 Song to Woody
33:25 See That My Grave Is Kept Clean

Afonso Lima

I Love it!!!❤

Barry Smith

The stereo version of this album isn’t on Spotify.

Merlin of Avalon

Dylan's best songs... before he sold out to the pop-rock market and dumped his acoustic (big mistake).

michelle stonebraker

umm... yeah. i sure do love these tunes. they have that perfect timelessness, a flawless insistent beauty and energy. not able to be imitated by anyone anywhere here or there or now or not. only sprung forward from, if that makes sense. but when he went electric? oh, cuz, i feel so bad for you that that shit don't shake your shack. 'takes a lot to laugh' 'from a buick six' 'highway sixty-one' ''sitting on a barbed wire fence'?!?! them tunes rockrockrock and bring bob right up to elvis' level, no bullshit. but hey, 'well, well ,well, so i can die easy...' am i right or wrong on that last bit? keep the dylan tunes in the air, please and thank you. namaste. ps: heard the one about the three holes in the ground? well, well, well...............

brian jones

tea and crumpets

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