A Nervous Man, a Guilty Man, and a Dylan Fan

A nervous man raced on the interstate. He would be more than just a little late, But that really wasn’t so bad, you see - His destination was eternity. A guilty man raced on the interstate. I'm sorry to say, he too would be late. Given his crime, that would be just as well, Because his destination would be Hell. Of the questions with which I have played, I’ll take just one to the great beyond: “What is the greatest album ever made - Blood on the Tracks or Blonde on Blonde?”