Pretty much everything else I could find was "about" someone else, besides this one, in which the narrator is the victim, and not happy about it. It's...really hard for me to even picture them doing this song. Maybe this is why Keith Moon spent the last several years of his life running around in dresses looking like.....well, Keith Moon in a dress.But unlike Dylan, or anyone else to that point, they were pretty direct about it." Didn't the Stones get caught up in all this?" No, not that I can. Then she turned to him.“It must be your fault for distracting me,” she teased.He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Very well—I gladly accept responsibility,” he said graciously. “It was worth every moment.”“You are learning!” she said, delighted with his answer. “I never was a very good cook. I have taught you many things, but baking is not one of them!”Then her smile became sad.“Tomorrow, at first light, you must return to the village at the edge of the marsh. Your soldiers are there, and. ’ ‘Did any nigger’s hands touch it?’ ‘No, ma’am. No person of color touched your food.’ ‘Good.’ Judy set the plates down in front of the woman and walked back to where Ham stood and the group watched the woman eat every bit of the breakfast that Ham had prepared. She paid the bill and left a small tip. ‘Somebody want to tell me what’s going on?’ Amos put his arm around Judy and walked her to the front door, where they watched the old woman get into a Grand Marquis, back out and slowly drive. She sat to my left on the hard bench and showed me two more chords, reaching to place my fingers in proper postion again, and looking through the top I was amazed to see her bare breast! It rubbed my arm at the elbow as her hands guided me along..Her smell was driving me crazy..While she had me play the chords in unison, her warm open palm rest upon my bare upper thigh. She squeezed it as I done my chords three times without a mistake. Another hug and cheek kiss came as she said that was all.