I'm The Oldest Son Of A Crazy

Old New York City Is A Friendly Old Town From Washington Heights To Harlem On Down There's A-mighty Many People All Millin' All Around They'll Kick You When You're Up And Knock You When You're Down It's Hard Times In The City Livin' Down In New York Town

I Wish That For Just One Time You Could Stand Inside My Shoes. You'd Know What A Drag It Is To See You.

I'm The Oldest Son Of A Crazy Man, I'm In A Cowboy Band.

I Am Hanging In The Balance Of A Perfect Finished Plan, Like Every Sparrow Falling, Like Every Grain Of Sand.

One Night Around That Time, At Hammersmith, Bob Dylan Was About To Go Into [his 1963 Classic] 'don't Think Twice, It's Alright.he Said, 'hey, Bucky! Play Mandolin On This.' I Am Not Really A Mandolin Player; I Could Only Play In Certain Keys. Halfway Through, He Stops The Band, Turns To The Audience And Points To Me. He Says: 'he Isn't Playing, He's Miming.' And Then: 'should I Fire Him?' The Whole Audience Yells.