Live Dylan tunes are like snowflakes...each one is uniquely different, show to show, year to year, decade to decade...the man is a chameleon of musical talent and soul. I've seen him stump a crowd of big time Dylan fans, including myself, for a few minutes not knowing the song he was starting...I think he digs that feeling of making everyone feel like an idiot for a couple of minutes.
Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby, can’t buy a thrill, I’ve been up all night, baby, leanin’ on the windowsill. Well, if I die on top of the hill, and if I don’t make it, you know my baby will. Don’t the moon look good, mama, shinin’ through the trees? Don’t the brakeman look good, mama, flagging down the “Double E?” Don’t the sun look good goin’ down over the sea? Don’t my gal look fine when she’s comin’ after me?