No Direction Home: Bob Dylan

It looks like it's a-dyin'
and it's hardly been born
But I really cared, I really wanted to portray
my gratitude in some kind of way.

But I knew that I was not gonna be
going back to Greystone anymore.

I felt like I had to write that song.
I did not consider myself a songwriter at all.

But I needed to write that
and I needed to sing it.

So that's why I needed to write it.
'Cause it hadn't been written and that's what
I needed to say, I needed to say that.

Here's to Cisco and Sonny
and Lead Belly, too

And to all the good people
that traveled with you

Here's to the hearts
and the hands of the men

that come with the dust
and are gone with the wind
So this guy comes in.
He didn't look too prepossessing.
He didn't look too interesting to me.

He didn't look wild or...
He looked like an ordinary kid.
He didn't have the commanding presence.
And he said, "Listen, I got some songs
I wanted you to hear".

So I was, "Oh, God.
Can you come tomorrow?"

I says, "Get out of here".
He says, "No, I want to sing you a song".

So I let him sing the song,
then I kick him out...

then he comes back, then he came back.
And then I started pointing to people, I said,
"Listen, see that guy in the back room?

"His name is Bob Dylan.
You should listen to him.

"The guy's writing good songs. He's terrific".
He told me he never knew
the word folk music...

before he came to New York City.
What bullshit, God!

And he'd never seen somebody playing
a banjo before he came to New York City.

He'd never seen all these things
before he came to New York City.

It opened his eyes up wide
to what folk music is...

after having lived on the Mississippi River
and everything.