Oh, and while I'm on these twin topics, one murderous and the other musical, I should point out that that overlong track on "Rough & Rowdy Ways" entitled "Murder Most Foul" could REALLY benefit by having a drummer and bassist undergird the way-too-ponderous vocal. And if producer of that 2020 session, I would have seriously lobbied that the tempo be upped a might as well.
It's NOT that this endlessly-versitile recording artist cannot pull off slow, ponderous tunes; after all, the released take (along with a couple other takes that have recently surfaced among collectors) of "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands", while rather overrated critically--its reputation surely enhanced not by its melody or phrasing virtues as much as the bold decision to make it the sole tune on Side 4 of rock's first* double-album--proves he can execute slow songs as well as the faster-paced ones most people think of when they think of his work.
Of course, any song (not merely "Murder Most Foul") which packs as much detail into a narrative concerning the most investigated crime in history is NEVER going to end up a three-minute-thus-fit-for-Top-40-radio tune. And his narrative DOES remain scrupulously factual--even nailing the precise minute at Love Field that LJB was sworn in by the hastily-shanghaied Judge Sarah T. Hughes!--something refreshing for this often-factually-loose** (if Lit Nobel-winning!) songwriter.
* At least that is often alleged; I've seen a rock critic or two contend that "Blonde on Blonde" was in fact the second or third double-disc of the rock era.
** I mean: William ZANZINGER rather than the correct Zantzinger In "The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll"; John Wesley HARDING instead of Hardin in that wonderful title track***; and George Jackson and the quadruple****-murderer Rubin Carter in "Hurricane", both falsely portrayed as couldn't-get-a-fair-shake black guys, rather than the lethal thugs they in fact were.
*** Though painfully brief, as he penned this terrific tale of the outlaw Old West originally with more than a DOZEN verses, which would have made it of "Desolation Row" length...yet then inexcusably truncated it for recording at the CBS Records studio on Music Row in Nashville to that annoyingly-limiting three-verse format to which the rest of the record [thankfully excepting "The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest"] also unfortunately sticks.
**** I realize that the Friday 6/17/1966 robbery at the Paterson NJ Lafayette Grill tavern is universally termed (in his lyrics as well) a "triple-murder", but one of those victims who initially survived his wounds also ended up dying about a decade later due to complications from his surgeries.