Another one of those Bob Dylan songs that most people agree was definitively done better by someone else. True, The Byrds really elevated it beyond Dylan’s own croak-and-guitar interpretation. If you direct your attention to the video, a birthday celebration of relatively recent mint, you may notice that among the army of big name buddies swapping verses and solos up there, Dylan’s contribution is the least enthusiastic. Roger McGuinn sings it like he owns it, which I guess at this point he kind of does. These kinds of star-packed events often feel like self-congratulating circle jerks, and I’m not sure why Bob Dylan goes to so many of them, given that he inevitably looks like he’d rather be dead. Anyway, this is definitely a Dylan classic that is long out of Dylan’s hands.