I think of rock 'n' roll as a combination of country blues and swing band music, not Chicago blues, and modern pop.

To preach of peace and brotherhood, oh what might be the cost? A man he did it long ago, and they hung him on a cross.

Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes. Daddy's in the alley, he's looking for food.

Come senators, congressmen, Please heed the call, Don't stand in the doorway, Don't block up the hall, For he that gets hurt, Will be he who has stalled, The battle outside ragin', Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, For the times they are a-changin'...

Suddenly I found you and the spirit in me sings, Don't have to look no further, You're the soul of many things.

In the meantime [1965-67], [Bob] Dylan was again writing some of the best love songs in the genre, like "Visions of Johanna," "Just Like a Woman," and "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands."