Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’ I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’ I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’ Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’ Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’ Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’ Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded with hatred And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one? I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’ I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’ And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
After catching Sat. & Sun. shows in Vegas this last Oct. that put me at 72 shows. But I haven't ever heard this one...Bob Dillon cover (I believe). Regardless, this song is great, Panic rules!!!;)
Whow, Jimmy and his faux-slide technique at ruclips.net/video/KsbJP4prn8U/видео.htmlm46s with vibrato... Je mets au défi n'importe quel guitariste de reconnaitre, à l'oreille, qu'il joue sans bottleneck.
Fantastic upbeat version of one of Bob's early masterpieces. Only 21 when Bob wrote this. Love Leon's version and this is so similar makes me SMILE.
Luv these guys!! Saw them open for Allman Bros yrs ago..didnt want them to stop playin!👋👋👋👋
Wanee Fest?
❤ Hot and soulful version of a bob early classic. LFG. Miss the panic. Come back to LR and bring me back to 2002.
You just can't mess up a Bob Dylan song. I love to hear the different interpretations of his songs.
Agreed! They are covering the Leon Russel version.
Badass. Great video. Every time.
+Kelly Pearce ....Yes it is I second that emotion!!
Gives me goosebumbs
I like this band
Classic performance
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
I discovered Dylan when I was about 10 or 11 and I’ve never stopped listening. To hear Panic play a few of his tunes always make smile!
Really Cool, Jimmy always ices it
I love widespread
I remember thinkin this was gonna be ribs but was PLEASANTLY SURPRISEd 🤠!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One of the best guitar solos!
This is so tight. Never gets old!
My favorite Groove Band
Omg! Awesome cover. You guys rock!
Thank you very,very,much!
Never. Grows old
Back again. Still fricken awesome!
Wow!!
Beautiful, Thank You!
fricken awesome!!!!
Seriously, how could you "dislike" this song? What's your beef?
Some folks you just can not reach....
Sweet!!!
They done it up right!
They played it like Leon Russell's version and they came out swinging, especially for a first try.
+Brad Wareham ... Like Leon Russell? I suppose so but, man they really nailed it in their own style.
+John Burke like Russell they changed it to 4/4 instead of 3/4 time. It's very much like Russell's version.
I too enjoy Leon's read on this, and Panic nails it.
After catching Sat. & Sun. shows in Vegas this last Oct. that put me at 72 shows. But I haven't ever heard this one...Bob Dillon cover (I believe). Regardless, this song is great, Panic rules!!!;)
Yep...except Dylan....Bob Dylan ( Robert Zimmerman)
Just always Sick , WSMFP
Ready for a new Panic album. Hopefully they have been using their down time to write a new ass kicking album!!
Fan fuckin tastic. TY.
Damnright!
A classic !!! 🌈😎🌈
Like Warren Haynes they can cover anything well
❤❤😂😂🎉🎉😊😊
Jimmy F. Herring 🔥
To the Ukrainians in their panic, I can't stop thinking about you. Hope all this stops like yesterday.
the shit
Dylan said each line in this song was a song in its own that he never got around to writing
The Toddfather looks great
Grew his hair out?
I don't even know how to respond to the last part of this statement......
Todd nance hasn't been with the group for some time now.
Whow, Jimmy and his faux-slide technique at ruclips.net/video/KsbJP4prn8U/видео.htmlm46s with vibrato...
Je mets au défi n'importe quel guitariste de reconnaitre, à l'oreille, qu'il joue sans bottleneck.
Like the band hate their version of this song.