There's a certain urgency that comes from the records of the early 60s before overdubbing and multitracking came into play.
A farmer travelling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm.
I was separated from my wife at the time. A lot of people think I wrote it about prison.

