R72 here. As an example of other artists doing Dylan better than Dylan, I give you the great Odetta with "Masters of War," a song as relevant today as it was 50 years ago.
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls . . .
. . . How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.