Bob Dylan was a great bard. This was a ballad I listened to when I lived briefly in the West End, many years ago. I had a new Bernina, and was taking in sewing for Central Africa Imports on Fourth Avenue. Leaning over my machine or gazing out over the balcony to at English Bay, I'd listen to this Dylan song over and over.
Many years later, it was sung by Guns and Roses. But for me, the original was the definitive version.