Oh Bob, you old romantic…
This is the final track on the 1967 ‘John Wesley Harding’ album that got plenty of needletime from me back in the day. It’s a sweet, upbeat ending to an album that has more than it’s fair share of darker, more serious material.
Close your eyes, close your door
You don’t have to worry any more
I’ll be your baby tonight.
Shut the light, shut the shade
You don’t have to be afraid
I’ll be your baby tonight.
Well, that mockingbird’s gonna sail away
We’re gonna forget it
That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon
But we’re gonna let it
You won’t regret it.
Kick your shoes off, do not fear
Bring that bottle over here
I’ll be your baby tonight.
Written by Bob Dylan
the only deadhead in the hameau 
It was real nice to listen to this song again today.
What a nice song. What genre is this? Blues? Country?
I think you’d probably call that Country.
I love its twang in both lyrics and instruments.