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From: Harlan L Thompson
A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL- Bob Dylan
E A E
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
E B
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
A E
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
A E
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
A E
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
A E
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
A E
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
E B E A
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
E B E A E
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall
(from The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, 1963)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)
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I have downloaded the song of Bob Dylan A hard rain's gonna fall,
and I think it has a problem
I send you the (I think so) good one.
Ibon
ibongz@arrakis.es
A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL- Bob Dylan
E A E
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
E B
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
A B E
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
A B E
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
A B E
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
A B E
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
A B E
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
E B E A
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
E B E A E
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall
And so on ....
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From: erndog@leland.stanford.edu (Ernest Lee)
Date: 30 Jun 1995 17:29:12 GMT
I was right, I missed a verse. Here's a corrected version.
Abandoned Love by Bob Dylan (from Biograph collection)
Intro:
G D G
My heart is telling me, I love you still
Verses:
G Em
I can see the turning of the key
C D
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me
Bm C
I thought that he was righteous but he's vain
G D G
Something's telling me, I wear the ball and chain
(same chords throughout)
My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most
The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
But something's telling me, I love you still
I come back to the town from the flaming ruins
But when I see you in the street I begin to swoon
I love to see you dress before the mirror
Won't you let me in your room one time, before I finally disappear
Everybody's wearing a disguise
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
But me I can't cover what I am
Wherever their children go, I'll follow them
I'm marching the parade of liberty
But as long as I love you I'm not free
How long must I suffer such abuse
Won't you let me see you smile, before I turn you loose
I've given up the game I've got to leave
The pot of gold is only make believe
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Who's gods are dead and whose queens are in the church
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed
I asked you please to cross me off your list
My head tells me it's time to make a change
But my heart is telling me, I love you but you're strange
(Harmonica solo, same chords as verse)
So one more time at midnight near the wall
Take off your heavy makeup and your shawl
Won't you descend from the throne from whence you sit
And let me feel your love one more time, before I finally abandon it
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-ern.
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From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson)
Absolutely Sweet Marie - Bob Dylan
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('Blonde on Blonde' album)
D
D G A7 D
Well, your railroadgate, you know I just can't jump it.
G D A7
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see.
D G A7 D Bm
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet,
F#m D A7
with all these promises you left for me.
G A7 D
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
D G A7 D
Well, I waited for you when I was half sick.
G D A7
Yes I waited for you when you hated me.
D G A7 D Bm
Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic
F#m D A7
When you knew I had some other place to be.
G A7 D
Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
Bb D
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviosly,
Bb D A7
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
D G A7 D
Well, six white horses that you did promise me
G D A7
Where finaly delivered down to the penitentiary.
D G A7 D Bm
But to live outside the law, you must be honest.
F#m D A7
I know you always say that you agree,
G A7 D
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
D G A7 D
Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed
G D A7
That a man can't give his address out to bad company,
D G A7 D Bm
And now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad
F#m D A7
In the ruins of your balcony,
G A7 D
Wond'ring where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
Bb D
Well I don't know how it happened,But the riverboat captain,he knows my fate
Bb D A7
But ev'rybody else, even yourself, they're just gonna have to wait.
D G A7 D
Well, I got the fever down in my pockets,
G D A7
The Persian drunkard, he follows me.
D G A7 D Bm
Yes, I can take him to your house, but I can't unlock it.
F#m D A7
You see, you forgot to leave me with the key.
G A7 D
Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie ?
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Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se
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Subject: Bob Dylan - You Ain't Going Nowhere (chords)
You ain't going nowhere
Bob Dylan
G Am
Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift
C G
The gates won't close, the railings froze
Am
Get your mind off wintertime
C G
You ain't going nowhere
Ooo-wee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
I don't care how many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
Pick up your money, pack up your tent,
You ain't going nowhere
Ooo-wee...
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to the tree with roots
You ain't going nowhere
Ooo-wee...
Gengis Khan he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Ooo-wee...
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Ugo Piomelli "Teachers, are my lessons done?
Associate Professor I cannot do another one"
Dept. of Mechanical Engineering They laughed and laughed and said
University of Maryland "Child, are your lessons done?"
College Park, MD 20742 Leonard Cohen
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From stevep@snowhite.cis.uoguelph.ca (Steve Portigal)
Subject: CRD: Watchtower (Dylan) & REQ: Watchtowr (Jimi)
Date: 27 Feb 1993 20:39:42 -0600
here's the chords for Dylan's All Along the Watchtower. Could someone
please substitute the Hendrix chords instead? Personally, that's my
favourite version.
Steve
Title: ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER (Bob
Dylan)
Am G F G Am
(play it forever)
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Buisness men they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None would ever compromise
Nobody of this world
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our place
So let us stop talking falsely now
The hour's getting late
All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson)
ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER - Bob Dylan
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('John Wesley Harding' album)
Bm/A G A Bm
There must be some way out of here,
Bm/A G A Bm
said the joker to the thief,
etc etc
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>From: davies@ils.nwu.edu (Brian Davies)
>Subject: CRD: Dylan's "Baby Ain't That Fine"
>Date: Wed, 18 Dec 1996 16:58:42 -0600
Here's guitar tablature for another outtake from "The Basement Tapes".
For those of you scoring at home, this is piece number 5, not including a
newer version of Rock Salt And Nails, which should supplant the previous
version.
Question marks indicate lyrics that I'm unsure of. Any help on that front
would be greatly appreciated. (I'm also still missing pieces of "One
Single River" and "I Don't Hurt Anymore", if there are any good samaritans
out there.)
I you find this useful, please drop me a line.
- Brian
BABY AIN'T THAT FINE by Bob Dylan (?)
Transcribed by Brian Davies
Comments and corrections to davies@ils.nwu.edu
[Bb] . . . ???
[Bb] The bells are golden chimes
[Bb] The sun is going to shine
[Bb] Before this ???
Baby ain't that [F] fine.
Baby ain't that [Bb] fine.
Baby ain't that [F] fine.
Baby ain't that [Bb] fine.
[Bb]
[Bb]
[Bb]
[Bb] Hey, la la la
Baby ain't that [F] fine.
Baby ain't that [Bb] fine.
[Eb] I get a little ? tingle up and down my [Bb] spine.
[C] I ??? every time you say you're [F] mine.
[Bb] You're gonna be my baby,
[Bb] I'm a-gonna be your guy.
[Bb] We're gonna cook some lovin'.
[Bb] It's a-gonna sizzle and fry.
Chorus
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From: Andrew Mullins
Subject: CRD: Baby I'm in the Mood for You
Baby I'm in the Mood for You Bob Dylan
from the album Biograph (previously unreleased song)
G
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna milk my milk cow low
C G
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna leave my lonesome home
G B7 C
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna hit that highway road
G D G C
But then again and again I said oh oh oh
G D G
Oh Babe I'm in the mood for you
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna turn my back to the wall
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna live in my pony stall
Sometimes I'm in the mood I ain't gonna do nothin at all
But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said
Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change my house around
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change the things in the town
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change the whole world around
But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said
Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you
Sometimes I'm in the mood I'm gonna give away all my sins
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna walk the road again
Sometimes I'm in the mood and I'm bound to lose again
But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said
Oh babe, sometimes I'm in the mood for you
The intro if I remember is a hammering/picking thing
between G, G6, G/B.
The harmonica part is a riot (it's the only reason I play this fairly
silly tune), if you have a G harp.
mullins@artsci.concordia.ca
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From: Harlan L Thompson
BLIND WILLIE McTELL- Bob Dylan
Dm A Dm
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Dm A Dm
Saying this land is condemned
A C G Bb C Dm
All the way from New Orleans to Jeruselem
Dm A Dm
I travelled to East Texas
Dm A Dm
Where many martyrs fell
A C G
And I know no one can sing the blues
Bb C Dm
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well I heard that hooter singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a moaning
Hear that undertaker's bell
Nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
There's a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootleg whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on a highway
I can hear them rebels yell
But I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
Well God is up in Heaven
And we are what was his
But power,greed and corruptable seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
(originally done around 1983, released as part of The Bootleg
Series, 1-3)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)
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From: HCHA8904593X@lust1.latrobe.edu.au (PERRETT, ANDREW)
Blowing in the wind; Bob dylan
D G D G
How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a
A4 A D G D
man ? Yes n how many seas must a white dove sail before she
C A4 A D G D
sleeps in the sand Yes n ahow many times must the cannon
G A4 A
balls fly before they're forever banned
Chorus
G A D F# Bm G
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind the answer is
A D
blowing in the wind
D G D G A4
How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky
A D G D G
Yes n how many ears must one man have before he can hear
A4 D G D
people cry Yes n how many deaths will it take till he know
G A4 A
that too many people have died
Chorus
D G D G
How many years can a mountain exist before its washed to the
A4 A D G D
sea Yes n how many years can some people exist before
G A4 A D G D
they're allowed to be free? Yes n how many times can a man
G A4 A
turn his head pretending he just didnt see?
Chorus
slowly
G A D
The answer is blowing in the wind
(yup here it is!)
From: "Dag Rambraut,o92a"
Blowing in the wind
Bob Dylan
Verse 1
C F C Am
How many roads must a man walk down
C F G7
Before you can call him a man?
C F C Am
How many seas must a white dove sail
C F G7
Before she sleeps in the sand?
C F C Am
And how many times must the cannonballs fly
C F G7
Before they've forever banned?
Chorus
F G7 C E7 Am
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
F G7 C
The answer is blowing in the wind.
(The 2. and 3. verse goes just the same as the 1.)
Verse 2
How many times must a man look up
Before ha can see the sky?
How many tears must hehave shed
Before he vcan hear the peopla cry?
How many wars will it take till he learns
that too many peopla have died.
(Repeat Chorus)
Verse 3
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
And how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see?
(Repeat Chorus)
|---------------------------------------------------------------|
| //---\ //----// //-----\ | |
| // // //____// // ___ | dagr@edb.tih.no |
| //____// // // //______// | |
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| A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step | |
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IF ANNYBODY HAS SOME STUFF OF THESE AND SIMILAR GROUPS, MAIL'EM TO
ME, THANKS. TESLA, METALLICA, EXTREME, MANOWAR and so on........
From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin)
BLOWIN' IN THE WIND by Bob Dylan
C F C
How many roads must a man walk down
C F G
Before you call him a man
C F C
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
F G
Before she sleeps in the sand?
C F C
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannonballs fly
F G
Before they are forever banned?
F G
The answer my friend
C
Is blowin' in the wind
F G C
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see?
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From: pjoe@charon.muc.de (Peter Eybert)
Buckets of rain (Bob Dylan, Blood on the tracks)
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G6 D G6 D
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears,
G6 D G6 D
got all them buckets comin' out of my ears.
G D
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,
A G F#m A7/E D
I got all the love, honey baby, you can stand.
I been meek and hard like an oak,
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,
if you want me, honey baby, I'll be here.
Like your smile and your fingertips,
like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
everything about you is bringing me misery.
Little red wagon, little red bike,
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like.
I like the way you love me strong and slow,
I'm taking you with me, honey baby, when I go.
Life is sad, life is a bust,
all you can do is do what you must.
You do what you must do and you do it well,
I'll do it for you, honey baby, can't you tell.
Hope this helps, Peter.
--
____________________________________________________________
Peter Eybert pjoe@charon.muc.de (NeXTMail welcome)
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From: Harlan L Thompson
BUCKETS OF RAIN- Bob Dylan
TUNING: D A D F# A D or E B E G# B E
E Esus E2 Esus E
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears
E Esus E2 Esus E
Got all them buckets coming out of my ears
A E A/E E
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
B A G#m11 F#m11 E A/E E
You got all the love honey baby I can stand
I've been meek, and hard like an oak
I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me, honey baby I'll be here
I like the smile in your fingertips
I like the way that you move your hips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me misery
Little red wagon, little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm taking you with me honey baby when I go
Life is sad, life is a bust
All you can do is do what you must
You do what you must do, and you do it well
I'll do it for you, honey baby can't you tell?
CHORDS:
E Esus E2 A A6 B C#m11 F#m11 D6+9 Abm7+5
E 0 2 4 5 5 7 4 2 10 12
B 0 0 0 5 7 7 0 0 7 9
G# 0 1 3 5 5 7 3 1 9 10
E 0 0 0 5 5 7 4 2 0 0
B 0 0 0 5 5 7 0 0
E 0 0 0 5 5 7 0 0
NOTE: I'm not really that sure about this one, I just know it sounds
much better than playing it in standard version. This is just a general
outline- listen to the record to really get it. Also, it's hard to
explain, but you need to slide on and off the 000102 and 000304 shapes
when they appear.
FROM: Blood on the Tracks, 1975.
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Date: Sun, 28 Jan 96 15:33:49 EST
From: Winston Campbell
Subject: CHANGING OF THE GUARDS by Bob Dylan
Intro: Ab
Fm
Sixteen years,
Ab Eb Fm
Sixteen banners united over the fields
Db Eb
While the good shepherd grieves
Fm Ab Eb
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Fm Db Eb Ab
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.
Fm
Fortune calls.
Ab Eb Fm
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Db Eb Fm
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
Ab Eb Fm
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
Db Eb Ab
On midsummer's eve, near the tower.
(Interlude)
Fm
The cold-blooded moon.
Ab Eb
The captain waits above the celebration
Fm Db Eb
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Fm Ab Eb
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
Fm Db Eb Ab
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
Fm
They shaved her head.
Ab Eb
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
Fm Db Eb
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
Fm Ab Eb
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
Fm Db Eb Ab
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
(Interlude)
Fm
I stumbled to my feet.
Ab Eb
I rode past destruction in the ditches
Fm Db Eb
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Fm Ab Eb
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Fm Db Eb Ab
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
Fm
The palace of mirrors
Ab Eb
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
Fm Db Eb
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
Fm Ab Eb
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Fm Db Eb Ab
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
(Interlude)
Fm
She wakes him up
Ab Eb
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Fm Db Eb
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
Fm Ab Eb
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
Fm Db Eb Ab
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Fm
Gentlemen, he said,
Ab Eb Fm
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
Db Eb
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
Fm Ab Eb
But Eden is burning, either get brave for elimination
Fm Db Eb Ab
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
(Interlude)
Fm
Peace will come
Ab Eb Fm
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
Db Eb Fm
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
Ab Eb Fm
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Db Eb Ab
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
Fm Ab Eb
Fm...
The "Interlude" (that the sax plays) is:
Ab Eb Db Ab
E -6-8-9-8-8~----6-6~----4-4~--(repeat 3 times)---||-6p4-4---4~--||
B ------------------------------------------------||-------6-----||
G ------------------------------------------------||-------------||
D ------------------------------------------------||-------------||
A ------------------------------------------------||-------------||
E ------------------------------------------------||-------------||
One word of note: It is much easier to play this song with a capo on the
first fret (i.e. play Em G D Em C D... while the 1st fret is fretted). This
makes it more easier and does not make the guitar sound too choppy.
Also:
(DON'T YOU JUST LOVE THOSE LYRICS)
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From: Len Moskowitz
Subject: CRD: "Chimes of Freedom" (Dylan/Byrds version, full lyrics)
Chimes of Freedom
(Bob Dylan)
Lyrics are from Dylan's "Another Side of Bob Dylan." This version is
from Roger McGuinn's latest (5/23/95) live shows, per my recollection.
The 12-string guitar is tuned down 1/2 step. The variations between
Dylan and The Byrds are shown in brackets -- square for Dylan's lyrics
that The Byrds/McGuinn left out and pointy for those they added.
Chord Tab:
G C9 C9/B C D Am
E 3 3 3 0 2 0
B 3 3 3 1 3 1
G 0 0 0 0 2 2
D 0 2 0 2 0 2
A 2 3 2 3 x 0
E 3 x x x x x
Intro: G C C/B D Dsus4
C D G (notes: B C D G...)
G C9
Far between the sundown's finish
G C9
and midnights broken toll
G
we ducked inside
C9 D G (notes: B C D G...)
the doorway [as] thunder [went] crashing
G C9
As majestic bells of bolts
G C9
struck shadows in the sounds
G C9 D G
seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
(notes on low E string and open D: G F# E D...)
D
Flashing for the warriors
G C9 G
whose strength is not to fight
C9 C9/B
flashing for the refugees
Am D
of the unarmed road of flight
G C9
and for each and every underdog
G C9
soldier in the night
G C9 D G (notes: B C D G...)
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
[The Byrds skipped the next few verses]
There are cities melted furnace
unexpectedly we watched
with faces hidden as the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells
before the blowing rain
dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel
tolling for the rake
tolling for the luckless
they are bound and damned forsaked
tolling for the outcasts
burning constantly at stake
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Through the mad mystic hammering
and the wild ripping hail
the sky cracked its farms in naked wonder
As the clanging of the church bells
blew far into the breeze
leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle
striking for the kind
striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
and the poet and painter
far behind his rightful time
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
In the wild cathedral evening
the rain unravelled tales
for a disrobed faceless farms of no position
Tolling for the tongues
with no place to bring their thoughts
all down and taken for granted situations
Tolling for the deaf and blind
tolling for the mute
for a mistreated maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute
for the misdemeanor outlaw
chained and cheated by pursuit
and we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing
[The Byrds pick it up here]
Even though the cloud's white curtain
in a far off corner [flowered]
and the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light<s> still struck like arrows
fired but [further ones] <for the ones>
condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones
on their speechless seeking trail
for the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale
and for each unharmful gentle soul
misplaced inside a jail
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
[Byrds/McGuinn:
C C9/B D
dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
C C9/B D G
dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee-duh]
Starry eyes and laughing
as I recall when we were caught
[trapped] <can't find> no track [for] <of> ours for they hang suspended
As we listened one last time
and we watched with one last look
spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching <ones>
whose wounds cannot be nursed
or the countless confused accused misused
strung out ones and worse
and for every hung up person
in the whole wide universe
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
[Byrds: dee dee...]
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From: zeroy@netcom.com (Roy M. Randall)
DEAR LANDLORD
Bob Dylan, 1968
C E7
Dear Landlord, please don't put a price on my soul,
Am Am/G F Em Dm
My burden is heavy, my dreams are beyond control.
F F7
When that steamboat whistle blows,
Bb
I'm gonna give you all I got to give,
C Dm7 C C7
And I do hope you receive it well,
F Gm Dm F G
Depending on the way you feel that you live.
Dear Landlord, please heed these words that I speak,
I know you've suffered much, but in this you are not so unique.
All of us at times we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much,
And anyone can fill his life up with things he can see
But he just cannot touch.
Dear Landlord, please don't dismiss my case,
I'm not about to argue, I'm not about to move to no other place.
Now each of us has his own special gift,
And you know this was meant to be true,
And if don't underestimate me,
I won't underestimate you.
--
Roy M. Randall, FG |
Inconsequential Systems, Inc. | MORONS! I've got MORONS on my team!
zeroy@netcom.com |
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From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn)
Desolation Row
words and music by Bob Dylan
D
They're selling postcards of the hanging.
G D
They're painting the passports brown.
A7
The beauty parlour's filled with sailors.
G D
The circus is in town.
Here comes the blind commissoner.
G D
They've got him in a trance.
A7
One hand's tied to the tightrope walker.
G D
The other is in his pants.
G
And the riot squad they're restless
D
They need some where to go.
D A7
As lady and I look out tonight
G D
On Desolation Row.
Cinderella she seem so easy.
It takes on to know one she smiles.
Then puts her hand in her back pocket,
Betty davis style.
Then in comes Romeo he's moaning.
You Belong to me I believe.
And someone says your in the wrong place my friend
You better leave.
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go.
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row.
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortune telling lady
Has already taken all her things inside.
All except for Cane and Able
And the Hunch Back of Notre Dame
Everyone is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the good samaritan he's dressing
He's gettin ready for the show.
He's going to the carinval
Tonight on Desolation Row.
Now Ophelia she's 'neath the window.
For her I feel so afraid.
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid.
To her death is quite romantic.
She wears an iron vest.
Her profession's her religion,
Her sin is her lifelessness.
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row.
Einstien disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend a jealous monk.
He looked so frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then went off sniffing drain pipes
And reciting the alphabet.
No you would not think to look at him
That he was famous long ago
For playing electric violin
On Desolation Row.
Doctor filth he keeps his word
Inside a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
Are trying to blow it up.
Now his nurse a local looser
She's in charge of the cyanaide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
Have mercy on his soul.
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
>From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're gettin ready for the feast
The phantom of the opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoon feedin Casonova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll killed him with self confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the phantom shouting to skinning girls
Get outta her don't you know
Casanova is just being punished
For going to Desolation Row.
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crews
Round up everyone
That knows more than they do.
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart attack machines
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men that go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody shouting
Which side are you on
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot
Fighting in the captains tower
While calypso signers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes I received your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob broke.
When you asked me how I was
Was that some kind of joke.
All those people that you mention
Yes I know them they're quite lame.
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name.
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no.
Not unless you mail them from
Desolation Row.
Be seeing you,
Kelwyn.
_________
He said that's alright babe,
I love you too.
But we were Tangled Up In Blue.
- Bob Dylan
From: jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk (James Fryer)
Subject: CRD: Dylan, Desolation Row
D
They're selling postcards of the hanging
D G D
They're painting the passports brown
D A
The beauty parlour's filled with sailors
G D
The circus is in town
D
Here comes the blind commissioner
D G D
They got him in a trance
D A
One hand is tied to the tightrope walker
G D
The other is in his pants
D G
And the riot squad they're restless
D G
They need somewhere to go
D A
As lady and I look out tonight
A G D
On desolation row
Use Dsus4 as appropriate.
Jim
--
James Fryer / jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk / jim@cix.compulink.co.uk
"The cat is the only H-bomb to drop and this robustness must stop"
-- Lord Invader
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Date: Fri, 19 Jan 1996 15:02:17 -1000
From: Harlan Leslie Thompson <harlant@hawaii.edu>
DIGNITY- Bob Dylan
TUNING: D A D F# A D
D G D D7
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel, thin man lookin' at his last meal
G D G D
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield for dignity
Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass, young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass for dignity
CHORUS #1:
A
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
G D
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
G F#m
I went into the city, went into the town
Em A A(2)
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin' high, searchin' low, searchin' everywhere I know
Askin' the cops wherever I go, "Have you seen Dignity?"
Blind man breakin' out of a trance, puts both his hands in the pocket of chance
Hopin' to find one circumstance of dignity
I went to the wedding of Mary-lou, she said I don't want nobody see me talkin to you
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew about dignity
CHORUS #2:
I went down where the vultures feed
I would've gone deeper, but there wasn't any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men, wasn't any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade, house on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid, "Have you seen dignity?"
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years for dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused by dignity
CHORUS #3:
Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand, steps goin' down into tatoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light, in the bordertowns of despair
Got no place to fade, got no coat, I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat
Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote about dignity
Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure, lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature for dignity
Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin his hair back his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within for dignity
CHORUS #4:
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black, into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, so much at stake, so many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity
CHORDS:
D D D7 G G A A(2) F#m Em
D -7--0---4--12-5--7--12----4----2----
A -9--0---5--14-5--7--10----4----2----
F# -8--0---6--13-5--7--10----3----1----
D -0--0---0--0--5--7--0-----4----2----
A -0--0---0--0--5--7--0-----x----x----
D -0--0---0--0--5--7--0-----4----2----
From: jfair@vt.edu (John Fair)
Dignity
Words and Music By Bob Dylan
Capo 1
D
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
G D
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
G D
For dig-ni-ty
D
Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass
young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
G D
poor man lookin' through painted glass
G D
For dignity
A
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
G D
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
G F#m
I went into the city, went into the town
Em A
went into the land of the midnight sun
D
Searchin' high, searchin' low
Searchin' everywhere I know
G
Askin' the cops wherever I go
G D
Have you seen Dignity?
(et al.)=7F
Blind man breakin' out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pocket of chance
Hopin' to find one circumstance
Of dignity
I went to the wedding of Mary-lou
She said " I don't want nobody see me talkin' to you"
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity
I went down where the vultures feed
I would've gone deeper, but there wasn't any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
For Dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By dignity
=09
Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand
Steps goin' down into tatoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the bordertowns of despair
Got no place to fade, got no coat
I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat
Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity
Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure
Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature=7F
For dignity
Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, So much at stake
So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take
To find dignity
Roofing:
John Fair jfair@vt.edu
B-O-B rgilchri@vt.edu
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From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson)
Dirge - Bob Dylan
-------------------
('Planet waves' album)
Gm Cm Gm Cm
Dm Gm Dm Gm
I hate myself for lovin' you And the weakness that I showed ...
Dm Gm Dm Am
You were just a painted face On a trip down Suicide Road.
Bb Dm Gm
The stage was set, the lights went out All around the old hotel
Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm
I hate myself for lovin' you And I'm glad the curtain fell.
Dm Gm Dm Gm
I hate that foolish game we played And the need that was expressed
Dm Gm Dm Am
And the mercy that you showed to me Whoever would have guessed
Bb Dm Gm
I went out on Lower Broadway And I felt that place within
Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm
That hollow place where martyrs weep And angels play with sin
Dm Gm Dm Gm
Heard your songs of freedom And man forever stripped
Dm Gm Dm Am
Acting out his folly While his back is being whipped
Bb Dm Gm
Like a slave in orbit He's beaten 'til he's tame
Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm
All for a moment's glory And it's dirty, rotten shame
Dm Gm Dm Gm
There are those who worship loneliness I'm not one of them
Dm Gm Dm Am
In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem
Bb Dm Gm
The crystal ball up on the wall Hasn't shown me nothing yet
Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm
I've paid the price of solitude But at least I'm out of debt
Dm Gm Dm Gm
Can't recall a useful thing You ever did for me
Dm Gm Dm Am
'Cept pat me on the back one time When I was on my knees
Bb Dm Gm
We stared into each other's eyes 'Til one of us would break
Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm
No use to apologize What diff'rence would it make
Dm Gm Dm Gm
So sing your praise of progress And of the Doom Machine
Dm Gm Dm Am
The naked truth is still tabu Whenever it can be seen
Bb Dm Gm
Lady Luck who shines on me Will tell you where I'm at
Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm
I hate myself for lovin' you But I should get over that
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Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se
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From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin)
DON'T THINK TWICE, IT'S ALRIGHT by Bob Dylan
G D Em
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
C G D
It don't matter anyhow
G D Em
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
A7 D D7
If you don't know by now.
G G7
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn
C A7
Look out your window and I'll be gone
G D Em C
You're the reason I'm travellin' on
G D G D
Don't think twice, it's alright.
It ain't no use in turnin' on you light, babe
A light I never knowed
It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there were something you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's alright.
I'm walkin' down that long lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye is too good a word, gal
So I'll just say, fare thee well.
I'm not sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's alright.
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you anymore
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wonderin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I am told
I'd give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's alright.
From: brandinius@aol.com (Brandinius)
Subject: Re: CRD: Don't Think Twice It's Alright by Bob Dylan
In article <Jul16.175140.73472@acs.ucalgary.ca>, jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca
(Jeffrey Goffin) writes:
>DON'T THINK TWICE, IT'S ALRIGHT by Bob Dylan
Uhh, I don't know how much of a purist you are, but those lyrics are sort
of a combination of Peter, Paul and Mary's version and Dylan's. Here's the
lyrics I have for Dylan's, straight off "The Freewheelin'"
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Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, baby
If'n you don't know by now
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn,
look out your window and I'll be gone
you're the reason I'm a travelling on
But don't think twice, it's all right
And it ain't no use in turning on your light babe
the light I never knowed
and it ain't no use in turning on your light babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Well I wish there was something you would do or say
to try and make me change my mind and stay
we never did too much talking anyway
But don't think twice, it's all right
So it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
like you never done before
and it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a thinkin' and a wonderin', walkin' down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I am told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
Don't think twice, it's all right
So long honey babe
where I'm bound, I can't tell
goodbye is too good a word babe
so I'll just say fare the well
I ain't a sayin' you treated me unkind
you coulda done better but, I don't mind
you just kinda wasted my precious time
Don't think twice, it's all right
From: Paul Zimmerman <AUDSM@asuvm.inre.asu.edu>
Don't Think Twice
(by Bob Dylan)
INTRO:
C G Am Am C G C C
VERSE 1:
C G Am
Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe,
F C G
If'n you don't know by now.
C G Am
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe.
D7 G7
It'll never do, some-how.
C C7
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn
F D7
look out your window and I'll be gone
C G Am F
You're the reason I'm travelin' on,
C G C
but don't think twice, it's al-right.
VERSE 2:
Ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe,
That light I never knowed.
Ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe,
I'm on the dark side of the road.
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say,
To try & make me change my mind and stay.
We never did too much talkin' anyway,
So don't think twice, it's all right.
VERSE 3:
It ain't no use in callin out my name, gal
Like you never done before.
It ain't no use in callin out my name, gal
I can't hear anymore
I'm sittin & a wonderin, walkin down the road
I once loved a woman - a child I am told
I give her my heart, but she wanted my soul
but don't think twice, it's alright.
VERSE 3:
So lo-ong honey babe
where I'm bound, I can't tell.
Goodbye is too good a word babe.
So I'll just say, "Fare thee well."
I ain't sayin you treated me unkind
You coulda done better but, I don't mind
You just kind of wasted my precious time
but don't think twice, it's alright.
Thanks to the original poster.
Peace,
Paul Z
From: jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk (James Fryer)
Subject: CRD: Don't think twice it's alright (Bob Dylan)
Don't Think Twice It's Alright
------------------------------
Bob Dylan
C G Am
Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe
F C G
If you don't know by now
C G Am
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe
D7 G G7
It don't matter any how
C C7
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
F D7
Look out your window and I'll be gone
C G/B Am F
You're the reason I'm travelling on
C G C
But don't think twice it's alright
And it ain't no use in turning on your light babe
That light I never knowed
And it ain't no use in turning on your light babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
I wish there was something you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talking anyway
So don't think twice it's alright
And it ain't no use in calling out my name babe
Like you never did before
Ain't no use in calling out my name babe
I can't hear you any more
I'm thinking and a-wondering, walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice it's alright
I'm walking down that long lonesome road babe
Where I'm bound I can't tell
But goodbye is too good a word babe
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't saying you treated me unkind
You could have doen better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice it's alright
Jim
--
James Fryer
jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk
jim@cix.compulink.co.uk
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Emotionally Yours Bob Dylan
Intro: C C/B Am F / C C/B F F
C C/B Am F C C/B F F
Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun.
C C/B Am F C C/B F F
Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me you're the one.
Am F C F C G G11 G
I could be learning, you could be yearning to see behind closed doors.
C C/B Am F C G11 C C
But I will always be emotionally yours.
Come baby, rock me, come baby, lock me into the shadows of your heart.
Come baby, teach me, come baby, reach me, let the music start.
I could be dreaming but I keep believing you're the one I'm living for.
And I will always be emotionally yours.
Fmaj7 Fmaj7 C C
It's like my whole life never happened,
Fmaj7 Fmaj7 C C
When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought.
E7 E7 Am Am
I know this dream, it might be crazy,
D7 D7 G11 G
But it's the only one I've got.
Come baby, shake me, come baby, take me, I would be satisfied.
Come baby, hold me, come baby, help me, my arms are open wide.
I could be unraveling wherever I'm traveling, even to foreign shores.
But I will always be emotionally yours.
_________
(note: G11= 3x3211)
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From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu>
EVERYTHING IS BROKEN- Bob Dylan
E7
Broken lines, broken strings, broken threads, broken springs
A7 E7
Broken idols, broken heads, people sleeping in broken beds
B7 A7
Ain't no use jivin', ain't no use jokin'
E7
Everything is broken
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken
E7
Seems like every time you stop and turn around
A7
Something else has just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws, broken buckles, broken laws
Broken bodies, broken bones, broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin'
Everything is broken
E7
Every time you leave and go off some place
A7
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken plows, broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools, people bending broken rules
Hound dog howlin', bullfrog croakin'
Everything is broken
(from Oh Mercy!, 1989)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)
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From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu>
FOREVER YOUNG- Bob Dylan
G
May God bless and keep you always
C G
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
A A/G D
And let others do for you
G
May you build a ladder to the stars
C Am
And climb on every rung
G D C
And may you stay forever young
G D C G
May you stay forever young
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
And may you stay forever young
May you stay forever young
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
May you stay forever young
(originally from Planet Waves, 1973. I listened to the
version on Biograph to get these chords)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)
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From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson)
Fourth Time Around - Bob Dylan
--------------------------------
('Blonde on Blonde' album)
F Bb F Bb
F Bb F Bb F Bb F
When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf.
Bb F Bb F Bb F
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, "What else you got left?"
Am Gm
It was then that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't forget,
F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb
Ev'rybody must give something back For something they get."
F Bb F Bb F Bb F
I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
Bb F Bb F Bb F
And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, "Don't get cute."
Am Gm
So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs,
F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb
And gallantly handed her My very last peice of gum.
F Bb F Bb F Bb F
She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ry-one walked.
Bb F Bb F Bb F
And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked.
Am Gm
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense,
F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against...
F Bb F Bb F Bb F
Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some.
Bb F Bb F Bb F
She said, "No, dear." I said, "Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum."
Am Gm
She screamed till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor,
F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb
And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer.
F Bb F Bb F Bb F
And when I was through, I filled up my shoe And brought it to you.
Bb F Bb F Bb F
And you, you took me in, You loved me then, You didn't waste time.
Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F
And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.
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Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se
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From rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature Sat Sep 10 14:13:40 1994
From: steevess@shore.net (Scott E. Steeves)
Date: 9 Sep 1994 22:05:17 -0400
Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature
Subject: CRD: Dylan's "Froggie went..."
This is Dylan's version of "Froggie went a courtin"
I tried to get all the words corrected, but trying to figure
out what Dylan is saying at any given time is not an easy task.
I just hope I got them all right, if not well sorry.
Have fun.
C
1) Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride, ah hah
G7
Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride, ah hah
C
Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride,
F C G7 C
With a sword and a pistol by his side, ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
2) He road right up to Miss Mousie's door, ah hah, (repeat)
Gave three loud raps, and a bad big roar, ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
3) Said Miss Mouse, are you within' ah hah, (repeat)
Yes I am, I sit and spin' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
4) Took Miss Mousie on his knee' ah hah (repeat)
Said Miss Mousie, will you marry me' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
5) Without my Uncle Rat's concent' ah hah (repeat)
I wouldn't marry the president' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
6) Uncle Rat laughed, and he shook his fat sides' ah hah (repeat)
To think his niece, would be a bride' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
7) Uncle Rat went runnin, down town' ah hah (repeat)
To buy his niece, a wedding gown' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
8) Where shall the wedding supper be' ah hah (repeat)
Way down yonder, in the hollow tree' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
9) What shall the wedding supper be' ah hah (repeat)
Fried Msquito, and a Black Eyed pea, ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
10) First to come in was a Flyin Moth' ah hah (repeat)
She layed out, the table cloth' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
11) Next to come in was a Juney Bug' ah hah (repeat)
She brought, the water jug' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
12) Next to come in was a Bumbly Bee' ah hah (repeat)
Sat Ms,Qutio on his Knee' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
13) Next to come in was a Broken Back Flea' ah hah (repeat)
Danced a jig, with the Bumbly bee' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
14) Next to come in was Mrs. Cow' ah hah (repeat)
She tried to dance, but she didn't know how' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
15) Next to come in was a Little Black Tic' ah hah (repeat)
She ate so much, made her sick ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
16) Next to come in was the Big Black Snack' ah hah (repeat)
Ate up all of the wedding cake' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
17) Next to come in was the Old Gray Cat' ah hah (repeat)
Swallowed the mouse, and ate up the rat' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
18) Mr.Frog went a-hoppin, up over the broke' ah hah (repeat)
A Lily White Dove, came and swallowed him up' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
19) Little piece of Corn Bread, layin on the shelf' ah hah (repeat)
If you want anymore, you can sing it yourself' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
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From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn)
Date: 4 Sep 92 18:25:01 +1200
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George Jackson
By Bob Dyaln
G D
I woke up this morning,
C Am
There were tears in my bed.
G D
They killed a man I really loved,
C Am
Shot him through the head.
G D C Am
Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down.
G D C G
Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground.
Sent him off to prison,
For a seventy dollar robbery.
Closed the door behind him,
And they threw away the key.
Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down.
Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground
He wouldn't take shit from noone,
He wouldn't bow down or kneel.
The authorities they hated him,
Beacuse he was just too real.
Lord Lord so they cut George Jackson down.
Lord Lord they laid him in the ground.
The prison guards they cursed him,
As they watched him from above.
But they were frightened of his power,
They were scared of his love.
Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down.
Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground.
Sometimes I think this whole world,
Is one big prison yard.
Some of us are prisoners,
The rest of us are guards.
Lord Lord they cut George Jackson down.
Lord Lord they laid him in the ground.
Be seeing you,
Kelwyn.
_________
He said that's alright babe,
I love you too.
But we were Tangled Up In Blue.
- Bob Dylan
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From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin)
GIRL FROM THE NORTH COUNTRY by Bob Dylan
G C D G
Well, if you're travellin' in the north country fair,
G
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
C G
Remember me to one who lives there
G C D G
She once was a true love of mine.
Well, if you go in the snowflake storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see she has a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin' winds.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast,
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.
I'm a wonderin' if she remembers me at all
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day.
So if you're travellin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine.
Date: Fri, 23 Feb 1996 16:08:58 -0500 (EST)
From: "Kelvin W. Sherlock" <ksherloc@gnu.uvm.edu>
Subject: CRD. Bob Dylan-Girl from the North Country
Girl from the North Country, from the 30th anniversary concert and 'Real
Live'
C/G Dsus4 (C moved up two frets)
e-3----x-
B-1----3-
G-0----0-
D-2----4-
A-x----5-
E-3------
Dsus4 C G C/G G
If you're travellin' in the north country fair
Dsus4 C G C/G G
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Em C G C/G G
Remember me to one who lives there
Dsus4 C G C/G G
She once was a true love of mine
If you go when the snowflakes storm
Where the rivers freeze and summer ends
See for me if she's wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howling winds
See for me if her hair is hangin' long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
See for me if her hair is hangin' long
That's the way I remember her best
Wonderin' if she remembers me at all
Many times, I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day
instrumental
So if you're travellin' in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
doubly long instrumental
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Subject: "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" by Bob Dylan
"A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" by Bob Dylan
Oh where have you been my blue eyed-son
G
Where have you been my darling young one
D
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains...
C G
CHORUS: And it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hard
G D G C
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
G D G C G
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Date: Sat, 24 Jun 1995 12:09:02 -0400
From: gw222@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Kelvin W. Sherlock)
House of the Risin' Sun (1961)
Bob Dylan
Play it kind of like this:
Am C
E---------------------------------------------
B----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1-
G----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-
D----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-
A-0----------0----------3----------3----------
E---------------------------------------------
Dm F
E---------------------------------------------
B----3-3-3-3----3-3-3-3----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1-
G----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-
D-0----------0----------3----------3----------
A---------------------------------------------
E---------------------------------------------
Am C
E---------------------------------------------
B----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1-
G----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-
D----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-
A-0----------0----------3----------3----------
E---------------------------------------------
Em
E-----------------------
B----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-
G----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-
D----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-
A-----------------------
E-0----------0----------
Intro: Am C Dm F Am Em Am
Am C Dm F
There is a house down in New Orleans
Am C Em
They call the Risin' Sun
Am C Dm F
And it's been the ruin of many poor girl
Am Em Am C Dm F Em
And me, oh God, I'm a-one
2)
My mother was a taylor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans
3)
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
4)
He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he'll pace the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town
5)
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do as I have done
But to shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
6)
Well, it's one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
7)
I'm a-goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to end my life
Down in the Risin' Sun
8)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh God, Im a-one
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From: Steve Vetter <vetters@vax1.elon.edu>
Hurricane - Bob Dylan
CRDs by Steve Vetter & TSOBD
Am F Am F
Am F
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Am F
enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
Am F
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Am F
Cries out "My God they killed them all!"
C F
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
C F
The man the authorities came to blame
Dm C
for something that he never done
Dm C
Put in a prison cell but one time
Em Am F C G Am F Am F
he could have been the champion of the world
Three bodied lying there does Patty see
and another man named Bello moving mysteriously
"I didn't do it" he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin," he says and he stops
One of us had better call the cops
so Patty calls the cops
and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin
in the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
number one contender for the middleweight crown
had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down
when a cop pulled him over on the side of the road
just like the time before and the time before that
in Paterson that just the ways things go
If you black you might as well not show up on the streets
Less you wanna draw the heat
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin around
He said "I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out of state plates"
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said "Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead"
so they took him to the infirmary
and although this man could hardly see
they told him that he could identify the guilty men
Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs
the wounded man looks up though his one dying eye
says "why'd you bring him here for? he ain't the guy!"
Yes, here the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
for something that he never done
put in a prison cell but one time he could've been
the champion of the world
Four months later the ghetto's in flame
Rubin's in South America fightin for his name
while Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
and the cops are puttin the screw to him looking for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white"
Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
Cops said "A poor boy like you could really use a break
We got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello
Now you don't want to ave to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in the stir
We want to pin this trip murder on him
He ain't ne Gentleman Jim"
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work he'd say, I do it for pay
and when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
up to some paradise
where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
and ride a horse along a trail
but then they took him to the jail house
where they try to make a man into a mouse
All of Rubin's card were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
the judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
to the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
but to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
no one doubted that he pulled the trigger
and though they could not produce the gun
the D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed
Rubin Carter was falsely tried
the crime was murder "one", guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and the both badly lied
and the newspapers all went along for the ride
how can the life of such a man
be in the palm of some fool's hand?
to see him obviously framed
couldn't help but be ashamed to live in a land
where justice is a game
Now all the criminal in their coats and their ties
are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
while Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell
and innocent man in a living hell
that's the story of the Hurricane
but it won't be over till they clear him name
and give him back the time he's done
put in a prison cell but one time he could've been
the champion of the world
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
% Steve Vetter % I'm not the same %
% vetters@vax1.elon.edu % As I was long ago %
% Elon College % I've learned some new things %
% Love School of Business % And I hope that it shows... %
% Alpha Kappa Psi % - Neil Young %
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Subject: Tab : I and I - Dylan
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From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn)
Date: 4 Sep 92 18:27:18 +1200
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I and I
-Bob Dylan.
Am C G
Been so long since a strange woman slept in my bed,
D
See how sweet she sleeps,
Am C,G
How free must be her dreams.
Am C G
In another lifetime she must of owned the world,
G
Or been faithfully wed,
D
To some righteous king who wrote love songs,
Am C,G
Beside moonlit streams,
Am G D Am C G
I and I, in Creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives,
Am G D Am
I and I, One said to the other, no mans sees my face and lives.
Took an untrodden path once where the swift don't win the race,
It goes to the worthy,
Who can can divine the word of truth.
It took a stranger to see teach me,
To look into justices' beautiful face.
And to see an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.
I and I, in Creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives,
I and I, One said to the other, no mans sees my face and lives.
Think I'll go out,
An' go for a walk.
Not much happening here,
But then again nothin' ever does.
Besides if she wakes up now,
She'll just want me to talk,
An I got nothing to say,
Specially about what ever it was.
I and I, in Creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives,
I and I, One said to the other, no mans sees my face and lives.
Be seeing you,
Kelwyn.
_________
He said that's alright babe,
I love you too.
But we were Tangled Up In Blue.
- Bob Dylan
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From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn)
I Shall Be Released
By Bob Dylan
A Bm
They say everything can be replaced
C#m Bm A E7
Yet every distance is not near
A Bm
So I remember every face
C#m Bm A E7
Of every man who put me here.
A Bm
I see my light come shining
C#m Bm A
From the west unto the east.
A
Any day now,
Bm
Any day now,
C#m Bm A
I shall be released
They say every man needs protection.
They every man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection,
Somewhere so high above the wall.
I see my light come shining,
>From the west unto the east.
Any day now,
Any day now,
I shall be released.
Well onder stands a man in this lonely crowd,
A man who swears he not to blame.
All day long I hear him cry shouting loud,
Calling out that he's been framed.
I see my light come shining,
>From the west unto the east.
Any day now,
Any day now,
I shall be released.
Be seeing you,
Kelwyn.
_________
He said that's alright babe,
I love you too.
But we were Tangled Up In Blue.
- Bob Dylan
From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin)
I SHALL BE RELEASED by Bob Dylan
C Dm
They say every man needs protection
Em Dm C
They say every distance is not near
C Dm
But I remember every face
Em Dm C
Of every man who put me here
C Dm
I see my light come shinin'
Em Dm C
From the west down to the east
C Dm
Any day now, any day now
Em Dm C
I shall be released
They say every man can be replaced
They say every man must fall
But I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above the wall
Standing next to me in this lonely room
Is a man who swears he's not to blame
All day long I hear him shout so loud
Callin' out that he's been framed
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From: jfair@vt.edu (John Fair)
I Want You
Dylan
F
The guilty undertaker sighs,
Am
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
Dm C
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
Bb
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
C
Blow into my face with scorn,
Dm
But it's not that way,
C
I wasn't born to lose you.
F Am
I want you, I want you,
Dm C
I want you so bad,
F
Honey, I want you.
F
The drunken politician leaps
Am
Upon the street where mothers weep
Dm
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
C
They wait for you.
Bb
And I wait for them to interrupt
C
Me drinkin' from that broken cup
Dm
And ask me to
C
Open up the gate for you.
F Am
I want you, I want you,
Dm C
I want you so bad,
F
Honey, I want you.
Am
Now all my fathers, they've gone down,
Dm
True love they've been without it.
Am
But all their daughters put me down
Bb C
'Cause I don't think about it.
F
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
Am
And talk with my chambermaid.
Dm
She knows that I'm not afraid
C
To look at her
Bb
She is good to me
C
And there's nothing she doesn't see.
Dm
She knows where I'd like to be
C
But it doesn't matter.
F Am
I want you, I want you,
Dm C
I want you so bad
F
Honey, I want you.
F
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
Am
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
Dm
No, I wasn't very cute to him,
C
Was I?
Bb
But I did it, though, because he lied
C
Because he took you for a ride
Dm
And because tine was on his side
C
And because I...
F Am
I want you, I want you,
Dm C
I want you so bad
F
Honey, I want you.
John Fair jfair @vt.edu Roofing
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From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu>
I'D HAVE YOU ANYTIME- George Harrison and Bob Dylan
Gmaj7 Bmaj7
Let me in here, I know I've been here
Cm7 G Am Em D
Let me into your heart
Gmaj7 Bmaj7
Let me know you, let me show you
Cm7 G Am Em D
Let me roll it to you
CHORUS:
A E D
All I have is yours
C G F A
All you see is mine
D D/C
And I'm glad to hold you in my arms
D/B D/Bb A Asus4 A
I'd have you anytime
Let me say it, let me play it
Let me lay it on you
Let me know you, let me show you
Let me grow upon you ...CHORUS
Let me in here, I know I've been here
Let me into your heart
Let me know you, let me show you
Let me roll it to you ...CHORUS
Gmaj7: x x 5 4 3 2 Bmaj7: x x 8 7 6 5
Cm7: x 3 5 3 5 3 Asus4: x 0 2 2 3 0
D/C: x 3 0 2 3 2 D/B: x 2 0 0 3 2 D/Bb: x 1 0 0 3 2
(from All Things Must Pass, 1970. P.S. does anyone know the chords to
the song Apple Scruffs from this album?)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)
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From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu>
IDIOT WIND- Bob Dylan
Am B E
Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Am B E
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess
C#m G#m F#m E
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
C#m G#m F#m E
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
G#m A
I can't help it if I'm lucky
People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
I couldn't believe after all these years
You didn't know me better than that, sweet lady
CHORUS #1:
E A E
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
A B
Blowing down the backroads headin' south
E A E
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
A B E
You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
I ran into the fortune teller, who said beware of lightning that might
strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's
like There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done
In the final end he won the war after losin' every battle
I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see
stars You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with
lies
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes
Blood on your saddle
CHORUS #2:
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my
heart
Now everything's a little upside down
As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What's good is bad, what's bad is good
You'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom
I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed
Your eyes don't look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day
And sat stone faced while the building burned
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees
While the springtime turned slowly into autumn
CHORUS #3:
Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull
>From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else
instead Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory
I been double crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline
Which separated you from me
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry
CHORUS #4:
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We're idiots, babe, it's a wonder we can even feed ourselves
(from Blood On the Tracks, 1974)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)
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From: B51MC@aol.com
Date: Sat, 30 Sep 1995 00:30:45 -0400
SONG: "If Not For You"
COMPOSER: Bob Dylan
FROM: "All Things Must Pass" Apple LP (1970)
ARTIST: George Harrison
"If Not For You" - Bob Dylan 1970
*Intro: G-D-C, G-D-C...
*verse*
If Not For (G) You (D)(C) Babe, I couldn't even find (G) the door (D)(C)
I couldn't even (G) see the floor (D)(C) I'd be sad and (Am) blue
If Not For You (G)(D)(C) (G)(D)(C)
*verse*
If Not For (G) You (D)(C) Babe the night would see me (G) wide awake (D)(C)
The day would surely (G) have to break (D)(C) It would not be (Am) new
If Not For You (G)(D)(C) (G)(D)(C)
*bridge*
If Not For You my sky (G) would fall,
(D7) rain would gather too. (G)
(C) without your love I'd be no-(G)-where at all, I'd be lost
(A7) If Not For You (D7//)(Bm)*-picked from high to low-*
*verse*
(D7) If Not For (G) You (D)(C) The winter would hold (G) no spring (D)(C)
Couldn't hear a (G) robin sing (D)(C) I just wouldn't have a (Am) clue
If Not For (G) You (D)(C)
[repeat bridge and last verse; end with repeat of G-D-C chords]
Submitted by Bob McCarthy (b51mc@usa1.com)
Corrections welcomed (and fully expected)
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Date: Tue, 12 Sep 1995 14:04:00 -1000
From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@hawaii.edu>
IF YOU SEE HER, SAY HELLO- Bob Dylan
TUNING: D A D F# A D
A G A G D(2) DaddG D(2) A G A G A G A G D(2)
D(2) G D(2) A D(3)
If you see her say hello, she might be in Tangiers
G D(2) Em Em/D A
She left here last early spring, is living there I hear
Bm G D G
Say for me that I'm alright, though things get kind of slow
Bm A
She might think that I've forgotten her
G D(2) DaddG D(2) riff D(3)
Don't tell her it isn't so
We had a falling out, like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill
And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
I always have respected her, for doin' what she did and gettin free
Whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the way
Though the bitter taste still lingers on
>From the night I tried to make her stay
I see a lot of people, as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off
Maybe I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin' soft
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past
I know every scene by heart, it all went by so fast
If she's goin' by this way, I'm not that hard to find
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time
A G A G A G D(2) Dsus4 D(2) A G A G A G D(3)
CHORDS:
D G A D(2) DaddG D(3) Em Em/D Bm RIFF:
D -0--5--7---4-----5----4-----2---2----0---------(4)--
A -0--5--7---0-----0----0-----2---2----2---------(0)--
D -0--5--7---3-----3----3-----1---1----0---------(3)--
F# -0--5--7---0-----0----0-----2---0----0---------(0)--
A -0--5--7---0-----0----5-----x---x----2----0-2-4-5---
D -0--5--7---0-----0----0-----x---x----0---------(0)--
NOTE: This is taken more from the Bootleg Series version, since that
guitar part is easier to hear, but the chords (i.e. intro and outro)
follow the Blood on the Tracks version. D, D(2) and D(3) are pretty much
interchangable; its pretty impossible to tell which fingering is being
used at any one given time. By the way, Up to Me and You're Gonna Make
Me Lonesome When You Go also sound like they're in open D or open E.
From weekes@swell.actrix.gen.nz (peter weekes)
Subject: CRD If you see her Dylan[D[D[D[D[D[D-
Date: Fri, 3 Dec 1993 04:39:29 GMT
If you see her - Bob Dylan
weekes@swell.actrix.gen.nz
The intro is played at the 9th and 7th frets
AGAGAGetc until
D
The little run is just a scale in D
using the open string D, formed with fingers 132, play first the open A,
then on the same string, use finger 1 to play the B, then the little
finger to play the C# then play the D as part of the chord.
D-----0-------
A-024---------
The D/C and D/B (that's probably not their correct name....)
E-0--0-------------
B-3--3------------
G-0--0-----------
D-2--0-----------
A-3--2------------
E-x--x-----------
Any correction, suggestions welcome !
D G D A D
If you see her say hello, she might be in Tangiers
G D D/C D/B A
She left here last early spring, is living there I hear
Bm G D G
Say for me that I'm alright, tho things get kind of slow
Bm A
She might think that I've forgotten her,
G D
Don't tell her it isn't so
We had a falling out, like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill
And tho' our separation, it pierced me to the heart
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
I always have respected her, for doin' what she did and gettin free
Whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the way
Tho' the bitter taste still lingers on
>From the night I tried to make her stay
I see a lot of people, as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off
Maybe I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin soft
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past
I know every scene by heart, it all went by so fast
If she's goin' by this way, I'm not that hard to find
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time
--
\ Peter Weekes weekes@swell.actrix.gen.nz
/ Box 7163 Wellington South
/ New Zealand
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From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu>
I'LL BE YOUR BABY TONIGHT- Bob Dylan
F
Close your eyes, close the door
G G7
You don't have to worry any more
Bb C F C
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
BRIDGE:
Bb
Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away
F
We're gonna forget it
G
That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon
C
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
(from John Wesley Harding, 1968)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)
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Subject: CRD: Isis - Bob Dylan
From cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Kelwyn Osborn)
Date: Thu, 1 Apr 1993 07:02:28 GMT
Nntp-Posting-Host: cantua.canterbury.ac.nz
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Isis, words by Bob Dylan & Jacques Levy
music by Bob Dylan
Bb Ab Eb Bb
I married Isis on the fifth day of May
Ab Eb Bb
But I could not hold on to her very long
Ab Eb Bb
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
Ab Eb Bb
For the wild unkown country where I could not go wrong
I came to a high place of darkness and light
The dividing line ran through the centre of town
So I hitched up my pony to a post on the right
Went into a laundry to wash my clothes down
A man in the corner approached me for a match
I knew right away he was not ordinary
He said "Are you lookin' for something easy to catch?"
I said "I ain't got no money",He said "That ain't necessary".
We set out that night for the cold in the North.
I gave him my blanket, he gave me his word
I said, "Where are we goin'?" He said we'd be back by the fourth.
I said "That's the best news I ever heard."
I was thinking about turquiose I was thinking about gold.
I was thhinking about diamonds and the worlds biggest necklace.
As we rode through the canyons, through the devilish cold,
I was thinking about Isis, how sh thought I was so reckless.
How she told me that one day we'd meet up again,
And thing would be different the next time we wed.
If I only hang on and just be her friend.
I still can't remember all the best things she said.
We came to the pyramids all embedde in ice.
He said "There's a body I'm trying to find,
If I carry it out it'll fetch a good price."
Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
The wind it was howling and the snow was outrageous.
We chopped throught he night and we chopped throught he dawn.
When he died I was hopong that it wasn't contagious,
But I made up my mind that I had to go on.
I broke into the tomb but the casket was empty
There were no jewels no nothing, I felt I'd been had.
When I saw that my partner was just being friendly,
When I took up his offer I must-a been mad
I picked up his body and I dragged it inside,
Threw down into the hole and I put back the cover.
I said a quick prayer and I felt satified
Then I rode back to Isis just to tell her I love her.
She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise.
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed.
I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes.
I cursed one time then rode on ahead.
She said "Where ya been?" I said "No place special."
She said "You look different." I said "Well I guess."
She said "You been gone." I said "That's only natural."
She said "You gonna stay." I said "Well if you want me to yes."
Isis oh Isis you're a mystical child
What drives me to you is what drives me insane
I still can remember the way that you smiled
On the fifth day of May in the drizziling rain.
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From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin)
IT AIN'T ME BABE by Bob Dylan
G C G D G
Go 'way from my window leave at your own chosen speed
G C G D G
I'm not the one you want, Babe, I'm not the one you need.
Bm Am Bm Am
You say you're looking for someone never weak but always strong
Bm Am Bm Am
To protect you and defend you whether you are right or wrong
C D
Someone to open each and every door
G
But it ain't me, Babe,
C D G
No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe,
C D G
It ain't me you're looking for, Babe.
Go lightly from the ledge, Babe, go lightly on the ground,
I'm not the one you want, Babe, I will only let you down.
You say you're looking for someone
who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you and more
But it ain't me, Babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe,
It ain't me you're looking for, Babe.
Go melt back in the night, Babe,
everything inside is made of stone,
There's nothing in here moving and anyway I'm not alone
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call
A love of your life and nothing more
But it ain't me, Babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe,
It ain't me you're looking for, Babe.
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Subject: CRD: It Takes a lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry - Dylan
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IT TAKES A LOT TO LAUGH,
IT TAKES A TRAIN TO CRY
Bob Dylan
A... A... A... A... A...
Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill
A... A... A... A...
I been up all night, leanin' on the window sill
A. A/G. D. E... E...
Well, if I die on top of the hill
A... A... A...
Well, if I don't make it mama, you know my baby will
Don't the moon look good mama, shinin' through the trees
Don't the brakemen look good mama, flaggin' down the double E's
Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea
But don't my gal look fine when she's comin' after me
Now the wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody, but I could not get across
I wanna be your lover baby, I don't wanna be your boss
Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost
Each quarter note is donated by a .
Therefore, A... equals one whole bar.
Peace, love, and soul,
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From: John Blair <jwblair@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: CRD: It's All Over Now, Baby Blue by Bob Dylan
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
Bob Dylan
The transcription is my own, as are any mistakes.
I figured this out a few years back when I bought the video
"Don't Look Back". You see Dylan detune and some fingerings
when he plays "Baby Blue" for Donovan in the hotel. (By the
way, in "Don't Look Back" Dylan capos 2, but Donovan's guitar
is tuned 1/2 tone below concert, so capo 1 to play along
with the video.)
Subteranean Homesick Blues version
Capo 4, top E tuned down to C
Note-> CADGBe
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C: 032010
Csus4: 033010 (add the little finger on the 4th string)
G: 220000 (actually an Em7, but this is what he plays for G)
F: 003211
Dm: 200231 (use the thumb to fret the 6th string)
E: x22100 (or maybe E7: x22130)
(Be sure to strum the 6th string to keep the
distinctive droning C note going.)
Intro: C and Csus4
(hammering onto the 4th string at the 2nd fret)
G F C
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
G F C
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Dm F C
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Dm F C
Crying like a fire in the sun
E(7) F G
Look out the saints are coming through
Dm F C
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
Your empty handed armies, they're all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
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From: Paul Zimmerman <IFSXM@asuvm.inre.asu.edu>
Subject: CRD: It's Allright Ma - Bob Dylan
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IT'S ALLRIGHT MA
Bob Dylan
Darkness at the break of noon shadows even the silver spoon
The hand made blade, the child's balloon exlipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon there is no sense in trying
Pointed threats they bluff with scorn, suicide remarks are torn
>From the fool's gold mouthpiece, the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying
Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be one more person crying
So don't fear, if you hear, a foreign sound to your ear
It's allright ma, I'm only sighing
As some warn victory, some downfall, private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eys of those that call
To make all that shoulc be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred
Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates, teacherrs teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred dollar plates, goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States must sometimes have to stand naked
And though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you've got to dodge
And it's allright ma, I can make it
Advertising signs that con you into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done, that can win what's nver been won
Meantime life outside goes on all around you
You lose yourself, you reappear you suddenly find you