Tuesday, June 16, 2015

I Rode Out One Morning

Man can't find a "friend,"
Like, "ladyfriend." He's dirty,
He'll need a bath first.

"I Rode Out One Morning" is an early Bob Dylan folk-blues pastiche, the usual story of someone who goes out wandering to find a friend, and then laments how hard it is to be lonely. It comes complete with mournful ostinato on the guitar, changing only its chords. I don't buy a bit of the sad boy attitude. I think he's in the mood and needs to find himself some female companionship. He notes that he rides out one morning, trying to make a friend, but can't find one in the city. He then notes that his hands are dirty and his hair is messed up. Finally, he says:

It's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard ground to walk
It's hard as the nail, it's hard as the rock,
It's hard as the sail that stands to the wind
But they're all not as hard as the love that I'm in.

Hard. Love. Come on...

You can find this song on the rare "50th Anniversary Collection" album.



No comments:

Post a Comment