Close to Bob Dylan

I never been so close to Bob Dylan
as I was on the second of July
though I couldn’t see his eyes
I could see his fingers slide
up and down the neck of his six-string guitar

like a pilgrim I had brought my camera
I said to my buddy “I’m gonna nudge up front”
but two rows up, I got stuck
it seemed I had run out of luck
I heard my buddy shout “Man, you got far!”

still, I never been so close to Bob Dylan
as I was on the second of July
though I couldn’t see his eyes
I could see his fingers slide
up and down the neck of his six-string guitar

he was tangled up in blue along the watchtower
he was pleadin’ with his ma to take his guns
he was playin’ his harmonica
with one hand wavin’ free
and like a stone he rolled down Highway 61

***bass solo, guitar solo***

I never been so close to Bob Dylan
as I was on the second of July
though I couldn’t see his eyes
I could see his fingers slide
up and down the neck of his six-string guitar

(C) Robert Grant and Clay Norris