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Nashville Skyline (1969)

  1. Girl From The North Country – (with Johnny Cash)
  2. Nashville Skyline Rag
  3. To Be Alone With You
  4. I Threw It All Away
  5. Peggy Day
  6. Lay Lady Lay
  7. One More Night
  8. Tell Me That It Isn’t True
  9. Country Pie
  10. Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here With You


Recorded February 13 to February 18, 1969.
Released April 9, 1969
Playing Time 27:06
Produced by Bob Johnston
Engineered by Charlie Bragg and Neil Wilburn


Bob Dylan- Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica, Keyboards / Norman Blake- Guitar / Kenneth A Buttrey – Drums / Johnny Cash – Vocals / Charlie Daniels – Bass, Guitar / Pete Drake – Steel Guitar / Charlie McCoy – Guitar, Harmonica / Bob Wilson – Keyboards

Liner Notes

A new collection of songs featuring the voice and guitar of Bob Dylan with Kenny Buttrey, Charles McCoy, Pete Drake, Norman Blake, Charlie Daniels and Bob Wilson and guest artist, Johnny Cash
Produced By Bob Johnston Engineered by Charlie Bragg, Neil Wilburn
“Of Bob Dylan”
There are those who do not imitate, Who cannot imitate But then there are those who emulate At times, to expand further the light Of an original glow. Knowing that to imitate the living Is mockery And to imitate the dead Is robbery There are those Who are beings complete unto themselves Whole, undaunted,-a source As leaves of grass, as stars As mountains, alike, alike, alike, Yet unalike Each is complete and contained And as each unalike star shines Each ray of light is forever gone To leave way for a new ray And a new ray, as from a fountain Complete unto itself, full, flowing So are some souls like stars And their words, works and songs Like strong, quick flashes of light
From a brilliant, erupting cone. So where are your mountains To match some men?
This man can rhyme the tick of time The edge of pain, the what of sane And comprehend the good in men, the bad in men Can feel the hate of fight, the love of right And the creep of blight at the speed of light The pain of dawn, the gone of gone The end of friend, the end of end By math of trend What grip to hold what he is told How long to hold, how strong to hold How much to hold of what is told. And Know The yield of rend; the break of bend The scar of mend I’m proud to say that I know it, Here-in is a hell of a poet. And lots of other things And lots of other things. — Johnny Cash