In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach </br> Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach </br> My… - Bob Dylan

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach

Well, God is in His heaven And we all want what's his But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is I'm gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell

How long can I listen to the lies of prejudice? How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness? Can I cast it aside, all this loyalty and this pride? Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease, until He returns?

When Johnson started singing, he seemed like a guy who could have sprung from the head of Zeus in full armor.