I have no problem with Dylan having written it. But that guitar accompaniment - just listen.

I think the final proof is the Johnny Cash version on Nashville Skyline. Imagine letting the desecration of one of your most beautiful trax - the first track on the album.

Dylan has yet to get a decent amount of respect for the session men who have complemented his vision with sensitive work.

A couple of decades later he will be grovelling round Mark Knopfler and Sly and Robbie, Allen Toussaint - hoping for some of their magic. he hasn't learned that being a 'star' like himself has nothing to do with it. he's not a country star who can call on Hargus Pig Robbins, and the rest of Billy Sherril's team. he actually needs a sensitive musician - who will listen to what his song is about and try and get something down that sets his words like a diamond in the centre of a beautiful ring or brooch.

Businessmen they drink my wine, ploughmen dig my earth

I've been listening to ploughed up pieces of business from Dylan for a long time. he was damn lucky - he fell amongst honest men in the first instance.

downhill all the way - ever since.