Lyrics? On a blues record?

Avoiding Bob Dylan’s lyrics wasn’t too easy for someone my age, but there was no escaping my partner Tom Pomposello. After I questioned the wisdom (and the expense) of printing the inner sleeve of Blues from the Apple Tom patiently explained how the oral history of African-Americans traveled through the lyrics of the blues. He was severely annoyed that since Sgt. Pepper’s, every idiotic word of medicore rock bands merited inner sleeve treatment and blues albums were ignored. So, that was it, lyrics got printed. Hell with Dylan, now I pay attention to every blues lyric.