Bob Dylan  * SONGS WITH CHORDS AND TABS *  a_hard_r.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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) From: slehman@MIT.EDU Received: by pesto.MIT.EDU (5.57/4.7) id AA13580; Mon, 10 Jun 96 18:51:56 -0400 Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 18:51:55 EDT (forwarded message) 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 .... abandone.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 ------- -ern. absolute.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson) Absolutely Sweet Marie - Bob Dylan ------------------------------------ ('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 ? ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se aint_goi.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Received: from animal-farm.nevada.edu by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id ; Mon, 5 Apr 1993 07:29:08 -0700 Received: from maserati.eng.umd.edu by animal-farm.nevada.edu id ; Mon, 5 Apr 1993 07:29:06 -0700 Received: by maserati.eng.umd.edu (5.65c/IDA-1.4.4) id AA21512; Mon, 5 Apr 1993 10:29:03 -0400 Rcpt to:mailed to jamesb@nevada.edu Date: Mon, 5 Apr 1993 10:29:03 -0400 From: Ugo Piomelli Message-Id: <199304051429.AA21512@maserati.eng.umd.edu> To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu 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... ************************************************************************* 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 ************************************************************************* all_alon.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 -------------------------------------- ('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 baby_ain.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# >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 baby_im_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 blind_wi.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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) blowin_i.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 | | //____// // // //______// | | |---------------------------------------------------------------| | A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step | | |---------------------------------------------------------------| 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? ************************************************************************ * "Here's a song that I like to play. * * Print it out, play it and pass it around. * * If you like it, send me one of your favourites." * * * * Jeffrey Goffin Internet: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca * * Calgary, Alberta, Canada FidoNet: 1:134/160 * ************************************************************************ buckets_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: pjoe@charon.muc.de (Peter Eybert) Buckets of rain (Bob Dylan, Blood on the tracks) --------------- 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) -- 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. changing.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # 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) chimes_o.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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...] dear_lan.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 | desolati.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 dignity.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # 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 dirge.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se dont_thi.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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'" - 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 emotiona.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Received: from animal-farm.nevada.edu by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id <AA14262>; Sat, 14 Aug 1993 13:03:36 -0700 Received: from oosik.sprl.umich.edu by animal-farm.nevada.edu id <AA26580@animal-farm.nevada.edu>; Sat, 14 Aug 1993 13:03:34 -0700 Received: by oosik.sprl.umich.edu (NX5.67c/NX3.0M) id AA02731; Sat, 14 Aug 93 16:00:55 -0400 Date: Sat, 14 Aug 93 16:00:55 -0400 From: Paul M. Miller <miller@oosik.sprl.umich.edu> Message-Id: <9308142000.AA02731@oosik.sprl.umich.edu> Received: by NeXT.Mailer (1.87.1) Received: by NeXT Mailer (1.87.1) To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Subject: EmotionallyYours.CRD by Dylan.Bob Cc: scooter@pitts.sprl.umich.edu 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) everythi.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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) forever_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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) fourth_t.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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. ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se froggie_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 george_j.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From uunet!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 Fri Sep 4 15:56:27 PDT 1992 Article: 2017 of alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: Tab : George Jackson - Dylan Message-ID: <1992Sep4.182503.652@csc.canterbury.ac.nz> From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn) Date: 4 Sep 92 18:25:01 +1200 Reply-To: k.osborn@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz Organization: University of Canterbury, Christchurch, New Zealand. Nntp-Posting-Host: cantua.canterbury.ac.nz X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL3 Lines: 60 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 girl_fro.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 hard_rai.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Received: from nevada.edu (animal-farm.nevada.edu) by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id <AA25764>; Sun, 18 Oct 1992 16:15:59 -0700 Received: from mailrus.cc.umich.edu by animal-farm.nevada.edu. id aa04669; 18 Oct 92 16:06 PDT Received: from um.cc.umich.edu by mailrus.cc.umich.edu (5.65/1123-1.0) id AA09560; Sun, 18 Oct 92 19:06:38 -0400 Date: Sun, 18 Oct 92 19:05:38 EDT From: Dirk.Schulze.Consultant@um.cc.umich.edu To: jamesb@nevada.edu Message-Id: <16636207@um.cc.umich.edu> X-Mts-Userid: LPMR 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 house_of.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 hurrican.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 % %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% i_and_i.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From uunet!cs.utexas.edu!sdd.hp.com!spool.mu.edu!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 Fri Sep 4 16:00:36 PDT 1992 Article: 2019 of alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!cs.utexas.edu!sdd.hp.com!spool.mu.edu!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: Tab : I and I - Dylan Message-ID: <1992Sep4.182719.654@csc.canterbury.ac.nz> From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn) Date: 4 Sep 92 18:27:18 +1200 Reply-To: k.osborn@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz Organization: University of Canterbury, Christchurch, New Zealand. Nntp-Posting-Host: cantua.canterbury.ac.nz X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL3 Lines: 66 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 i_shall_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 ************************************************************************ * "Here's a song that I like to play. * * Print it out, play it and pass it around. * * If you like it, send me one of your favourites." * * * * Jeffrey Goffin Internet: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca * * Calgary, Alberta, Canada FidoNet: 1:134/160 * ************************************************************************ i_want_y.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 id_have_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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