He was my idol, my hero from age 13 to, oh, 16 or 17. I’d buy his LPS as they came out and listen to them until I could also play and sing them. I still know most of the verses to Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands, just not in order, or on command. Something will trigger me to start singing to myself,

Now you stand with your thief

You’re on his parole

With your holy medallion

In your fingertips, now they fold

And your jealous mouth

Which you can’t help but show

Oh how can they ever have persuaded you

Sad eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad eyed prophets say…

Often jumbling a couple of them together, and misremembering them, as I probably just did. I mean it’s been more than 50 years so I cut myself some slack.

I lost interest after Blond on Blond, or maybe John Westley Harding. My brother had that one along with Nashville Skyline.