I’ve always loved to travel and play my songs, meet new people and see different places. I love to roll into town in the early morning and walk the deserted streets before anybody gets up. Love to see the sun come up over the highway.
Then, of course, there’s playing on the stage in front of live people, feeling hearts and minds moving. Everybody don’t get to do that. Touring to me has never been any kind of hardship.
It’s a privilege.
~Bob Dylan (to Edna Gundersen, July 1988)

Maybe it’s the color of the sun cut flat
An’ coverin’ the crossroads I’m standing at
Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that
But mama, you are just on my mind.

Our conversation was short and sweet
It nearly swept me off my feet
And I’m back in the rain, oh
And you are on dry land

Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block
I’d ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don’t talk

In Scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried well away
For her name was Barbara Allen

Well I found myself in Griffin, in the year of ’73
When a world-famous drover come a-steppin’ up to me

Well, we want to play ‘cause we want to play… Why tour? It’s just that you get accustomed to it over the years. The people themselves will tell you when to stop touring.”
-Bob Dylan (Kathryn Baker Interview, August 5, 1988)