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) idiot_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 <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) if_not_f.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: 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) if_you_s.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: 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 ill_be_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: 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) isis.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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL8] 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. it_aint_.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) 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. ************************************************************************ * "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 * ************************************************************************ it_takes.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 <AA02422>; Thu, 11 Mar 1993 19:51:01 -0800 Received: from post1.INRE.ASU.EDU by animal-farm.nevada.edu id <AA15330@animal-farm.nevada.edu>; Thu, 11 Mar 1993 19:50:58 -0800 Received: from ASUVM.INRE.ASU.EDU (MAILER@ASUACAD) by asu.edu (PMDF #2382 ) id <01GVP1SXR6U89EDA3U@asu.edu>; Thu, 11 Mar 1993 20:50:50 MST Received: from ASUACAD (IFSXM) by ASUVM.INRE.ASU.EDU (Mailer R2.10 ptf000) with BSMTP id 7513; Thu, 11 Mar 93 20:50:22 MST Date: 11 Mar 1993 20:49:07 -0700 (MST) From: Paul Zimmerman <IFSXM@asuvm.inre.asu.edu> Subject: CRD: It Takes a lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry - Dylan To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Message-Id: <01GVP1SXRGHE9EDA3U@asu.edu> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7BIT 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, Paul Zimmerman its_all_.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: 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 ++++++ 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. its_alri.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 <AA23925>; Mon, 15 Feb 1993 17:35:13 -0800 Received: from post2.INRE.ASU.EDU by animal-farm.nevada.edu id <AA07720@animal-farm.nevada.edu>; Mon, 15 Feb 1993 17:35:11 -0800 Received: from ASUVM.INRE.ASU.EDU (MAILER@ASUACAD) by asu.edu (PMDF #2382 ) id <01GURE39PLCG96WJUH@asu.edu>; Mon, 15 Feb 1993 18:35:03 MST Received: from ASUACAD (IFSXM) by ASUVM.INRE.ASU.EDU (Mailer R2.08) with BSMTP id 6997; Mon, 15 Feb 93 18:37:22 MST Date: 15 Feb 1993 18:36:25 -0700 (MST) From: Paul Zimmerman <IFSXM@asuvm.inre.asu.edu> Subject: CRD: It's Allright Ma - Bob Dylan To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Message-Id: <01GURE39PUZM96WJUH@asu.edu> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7BIT 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've got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near when a trembling distant voice unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear that somebody thinks they really found you A question in your nerves is lit yet you know there is no answer fit To satisfy, ensure you not to quit to keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it that you beling to Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools I've got nothing ma, to live up to For them that must obey authority that they don not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be nothing more than something they invest in While unprinciples baptize too strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise, outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize and say 'God bless him' While one who sings with his tongue on fire gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the holw that he's in But I mean no harm nor put fault on anyone that lives in a vault But it's allright ma, if I can't please him Old lady judges watch people in paird, limited in sex they dare To push fake morals, insultant stares while money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares, propaganda all is phony While them that defend what they cannot see with a killer's pride, security It blows the mind most bitterly for them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely My eyes collide head on with stuffed graveyards, false goals, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough, walk upside down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off, say OK I've had enough What else can you show me and if my thought dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's allright ma, it's life and life only tune both E strings to D, capo on 2nd fret -2---- -00230 x4 ...break of noon 0----- -00230 x4 ...silver spoon -3---- -00230 x4 ...child's balloon -2---- -00230 x4 ...sun and moon -1---- -00230 x4 ...know too soon 0----- 000230 0------ 00230-00230 000233/55-33 there's no sense in trying 000230 202222 000230 020033 so don't fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear 0----- -0---- -2---- -0---- -02222 000230 its all right ma I'm only sighing great song - Good luck with it! Peace, love, and soul, Paul Zimmerman john_bro.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: Mon, 15 Jan 1996 23:02:37 -0500 From: aspanber@freenet.vcu.edu (Adam Spanberger) Subject: John Brown by Bob Dylan Off of MTV Unplugged John Brown Bob Dylan This song is kind of randomly picked with a lot of bass notes. Am Am/G Am/F# Am The words are in the CD Am John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore Am Am/G Am/F# Am His mama sure was proud of him And so on Dylan really has some feeling and power behind this song. If anyone has Shooting Star Music off the CD just e-mail me at aspanber@freenet.vcu.edu or put it up here jokerman.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!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!darwin.sura.net!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 Fri Sep 4 16:02:05 PDT 1992 Article: 2020 of alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!darwin.sura.net!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: Tab : Jokerman - Dylan Message-ID: <1992Sep4.183018.655@csc.canterbury.ac.nz> From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn) Date: 4 Sep 92 18:30:16 +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: 99 Jokerman By Bob Dylan Bb BbM7 Standin' on the water casting your bread, Cm/Bb F/Bb Bb Eb/Bb While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing. Bb BbM7 Distant ships sailin' into the mist, Cm/Bb F/Bb You were born with a snake in both of your fists, Bb While a hurricane was blowing. Cm7 F Bb Freedom, just around the corner for you. Cm7 F Bb Eb But with truth so far off, what good would it do? Chorus F Eb Jokerman dance to the nightingale's tune. Bb F/A Eb/G Eb Bird fly high by the light of the moon. Bb/D Eb6 F Bb Oh, oh, oh Jokerman. So swiftly the sun sets in the sky, You rise up and say goodbye to no one. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, Both of their futures so full of dread, You don't show one. Shedding off one more layer of skin. Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within. Chorus You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds, Manipulator of crowds, You're a dream twister. You go to Sodom and Gomorrah, but what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister. A friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame. You look into the fiery furnace - see the rich man without any name. Chorus Well the book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, The law of the jungle and the sea, Are your only teachers. In the smoke of the twilight --- on a milk-white steed, Michelangelo indeed could have carved out your features. Resting in the fields far from the turbulent space. Half asleep neath the stars with a small dog licking your face. Chorus Well the (mafia?) man stalkin' the sick and the lame, Preacher man seeks the same, Who'll get there first is uncertain. Matchsticks and water cannons --- teargas, padlocks, Molotav cocktails and rocks, Behind every curtain. False-hearted judges dyin' in the webs that they spin. Only a matter of time til night comes steppin' in. Chorus It's a shadowy world - skies are slippery grey, A woman just gave birth to a prince today, And dressed him in scarlet. He'll put the priest in his pocket - put the blade to the heat, Take the motherless children off the street, And place them at the feet of a harlot. Oh Jokerman you know what he wants. Oh Jokerman you don't show any response. Chorus Be seeing you, Kelwyn. _________ He said that's alright babe, I love you too. But we were Tangled Up In Blue. - Bob Dylan just_li.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 <AA14321>; Fri, 12 Mar 1993 13:35:31 -0800 Received: from post2.INRE.ASU.EDU by animal-farm.nevada.edu id <AA16054@animal-farm.nevada.edu>; Fri, 12 Mar 1993 13:35:29 -0800 Received: from ASUVM.INRE.ASU.EDU (MAILER@ASUACAD) by asu.edu (PMDF #2382 ) id <01GVQ2SL4JJ49D4EUV@asu.edu>; Fri, 12 Mar 1993 14:29:36 MST Received: from ASUACAD (IFSXM) by ASUVM.INRE.ASU.EDU (Mailer R2.10 ptf000) with BSMTP id 2753; Fri, 12 Mar 93 14:29:03 MST Date: 12 Mar 1993 14:28:05 -0700 (MST) From: Paul Zimmerman <IFSXM@asuvm.inre.asu.edu> Subject: CRD: Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues - Dylan To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Message-Id: <01GVQ2SL4JJ69D4EUV@asu.edu> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7BIT JUST LIKE TOM THUMB'S BLUES Bob Dylan Intro: D9 D D D C C C G C C G 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & G C G When you're lost in the rain, in Juarez, and it's Eastertime too G C G When your gravity fails, and negativity don't pull you through C G Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue D C G They've got some hungry women there and they'll really make a mess out of you intro (2x) If you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot I cannot maove and my fingers, they are all in a knot I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot And my best, my doctor, won't even say what it is that I've got Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom She speaks good English, and she invites you up into her room And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon And she takes your voice, and leaves you howling at the moon Up on housing project hill, it's either fortune or fame You must pick one or the other, though neither fo them ought to be what they claim And if you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came Cause the cops don't need you, and man, they expect the same Now all the authorities, they just stand around and boast How they blackmailed the sergeant at arms into leaving his post And picking up Angel, who just arrived here from the coast Who looked so fine at first, but left looking just like a ghost I started out on burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough But the joke was one me, there was nobody there to even bluff I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough Peace, love, and soul, Paul Zimmerman just_lik.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) Just Like A Woman By Bob Dylan F Bb C7 F Nobody feels any pain Bb C7 F Tonight as I stand inside the rain Bb C7 Everybody knows B7 C7 That Baby's got new clothes Bb Am Gm F C7 But late-ly I see her ribbons and her bows Dm F Bb C11 | C7 | C9 | C7 Have fallen from her curls Chorus: C7 F Am Gm F Bb She takes just like a woman, yes, she does F Am Gm F Bb She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does F Am Gm F B And she aches just like a woman C11 C7 C9 C7 F But she breaks just like a little girl. Verse 2 Queen Mary, she's my friend. Yes I believe I'll go see her again. Noboby has to guess, That baby can't be blessed, 'Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest. With her fog, Her amphetamines And her pearls Chorus Bridge : A7 It was raining from the first And I was dying of thirst F So I came in here A7 And you long time curse hurts Bb But whats worse is this pain in here C11 C7 C9 C6 I can't stay in here C11 C7 C9 C7 Ain't it clear that Verse 3 I just can't fit. Yes I believe it's time for us to quit. And when we meet again, Introduced as friends, Please don't let on that you knew me when, I was hungry, And it was your world then. Chorus | Bb F Bb C | F Be seeing you, Kelwyn. _________ From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin) JUST LIKE A WOMAN by Bob Dylan C F G C Nobody feels any pain C F G C Tonight as I stand inside the rain F G F G Everybody knows that baby's got new clothes F Em Dm C F G But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Am C G Have fallen from her curls C Em F She takes just like a woman, yes she does C Em F She makes love just like a woman, yes she does C Em F And she aches just like a woman G C But she breaks just like a little girl. Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess that baby can't be blessed Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls. CHORUS E7 It was rainin' from the first and I was dying there of thirst C So I came in here E7 And your longtime curse hurts but what's worse F Dm Is this pain in here, I can't stay in here, F Ain't it clear That I just can't fit Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit When we meet again introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world. CHORUS ************************************************************************ * "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 * ************************************************************************ knockin_.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: Barrie McCombs <bmccombs@acs.ucalgary.ca> KNOCKIN' ON HEAVEN'S DOOR Time: 4/4 (sync) Tenor: G Bass: G - Bob Dylan, 1973 - Record: Bob Dylan, ?? - Record: Eric Clapton, Timepieces INTRO: G-D, C G D Am7 .. Mama take this badge off of me G D C .. I can't use it any-more G D Am7 . It's getting dark, too dark for me to see G D C (D) . I feel I'm knockin on heaven's door___ CHORUS: G D Am7 .. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door G D C (D) .. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door___ G D Am7 .. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door G D C (D) .. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door___ G D Am7 .. Mama put my guns in the ground G D C .. I can't shoot them any-more G D Am7 . That long black cloud is comin' down G D C (D) . I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door___ ENDING: CHORUS, THEN REPEAT AND FADE G D Am7 (G) Oo - oo - oo - oo NOTES: - "." in lyric line represents 1/8 bar rest - "*" in chord line represents a new bar, play same chord - V1L3: Clapton omits "for me" - V1L4, C1L2: (D) is an optional added chord - END: (G) is optional (return to tonic chord) From: LIVENGOOD.MIKE@A1GW.GENE.COM (Lost in the Shuffle) Subject: Knockin' on Heaven's Door (Plus some) We always use this tune as a cool jam tune on stage. A slow melodic solo in Em pentatonic can really get the crowd into it. We also use it for guest vocalists, if we can't find any other song to do together. The problem has been that the tune is too short...with only two lyrics. So I've added two more lyrics to finish it off a little better. The tune was originally from a movie and is sung while the sheriff lay dying. So picture the good guy with his white hat on the dusty ground in his final moments of life...reflecting on the life he knew. The two extra verses are phrased exactly like the previous two. Forget about other versions of the tune you've heard...make it your own version...with your own style and flare. Knocking on Heaven's Door -Bob Dylan G D Am7 Mama, take this badge off of me... G D C I can't use it anymore... G D Am7 It's getting dark, too dark to see... G D C Feel I'm knocking on heaven's door... G D C Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... G D C Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... G D C Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... Mama put my guns in the ground... I can't shoot them anymore... That long black cloud is coming down... I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door... Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... Baby stay right here with me... 'Cause I can't see you anymore... This ain't the way it's supposed to be... I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door... Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... Son won't you remember me?... I can't be with you anymore... A lawman's life is never free... I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door... Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... Knock..knock..knocking on heaven's door... knocking.bta #----------------------------------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 Christian HINAULT (Paris - FRANCE) Christian.Hinault@andra.fr Subject: Knocking on heaven's door by Bob Dylan (Bass) mamma takes this badge from me -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------5------------5------------------------------------------------------ -3-------3-------------------5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5-------------------------- I can't use it anymore it's getting dark to dark to see -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------5----5--3--3--3--3-----------------5------------5------------------- 3--------3----------------------5---3--------3------------------5--5--5--5--5--5 feels like I'm knockin on heaven's door knock knock knocking -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------5------------5--3--3--3--3--3---------------5---------------------- 3--------3----------------------------------3--------3-------------------------- on heaven's door..... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------5-----3------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore that cold black cloud is coming down feels like I'm knocking on heaven's door Have a nice Day! :) lay_lady.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) LAY LADY LAY by Bob Dylan G Bm F Am G Bm F Am G Bm F Am G Bm F Am Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed G Bm F Am G Bm F Am Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed D Em G Whatever colours you have in your mind D Em G I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine G Bm F Am G Bm F Am Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean And you're the best thing that he's ever seen Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile Bm D G Why wait any longer for the world to begin Bm Am G You can have your cake and eat it too Bm D G Why wait any longer for the one you love Bm Am When he's standing in front of you Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead I long to see you in the morning light I long to reach for you in the night Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead G Bm F Am Bm C G From: olav.torvund@jus.uio.no (Olav Torvund) I think this song originally is played in the key of A, so one have to transpose it up one whole step. Note also that it is played with chords moving down the frets in the "Lay lady lay"-part: A in 5th fret C#m in 4th fret G in 3rd Bm in 2nd. One should also note the use of Asus4 in the B-part. ****************************** leopard-.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> LEOPARD-SKIN PILL-BOX HAT- Bob Dylan A D7 A Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat D7 A Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat E7 Well, you must tell me, baby A How your head feels under somethin' like that Co7 Bo7 Bbo7 A E7 Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you look so pretty in it Honey, can I jump on it sometime? Yes, I just wanna see If it's really that expensive kind You know it balances on your head Just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, if you wanna see the sun rise Honey, I know where We'll go out and see it sometime We'll both just sit there and stare Me with my belt wrapped around my head And you just sittin' there In your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, I asked the doctor if I could see you It's bad for your health, he said Yes, I disobeyed his orders I came to see you but I found him there instead You know, I don't mind him cheatin' on me But I sure wish he'd take that off his head Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, I see you got a new boyfriend You know, I never seen him before Well, I saw you makin' love with him You forgot to close the garage door You might think he loves you for your money But I know what he really loves you for It's your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Co7: x x 5 0 5 x Bo7: x x 4 0 4 x Bbo7: x x 3 0 3 x (from Blonde On Blonde, 1966) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) let_me_d.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: Wed, 24 Jan 1996 23:33:47 -0500 (EST) From: "Kelvin W. Sherlock" <ksherloc@moose.uvm.edu> Subject: bob dylan: let me die in my foot steps crd Let Me Die In MY Footsteps, from the Bootleg Series #1 Capo first fret (play Ab, Db, Eb) Intro:G G I will not go down under the ground G C 'Cause somebody tells me that death's coming 'round C G And I will not carry myself down to die G C When I go to my grave, my head will be high C G C G D C G Let me die in my footsteps, before I go down under the ground e--------------------- B--------------------- G--------------------- D-0---2---0----------- A-------------2------- E-----------------3--- There's been rumors of war and wars that have been The meaning of life has been lost in the wind And some people thinkin' that the end is close by 'Stead of learning to live, they are learning to die Let me die in my footsteps, before I go down under the ground I don't know if I'm smart, but I think I can see When someone is pulling the wool over me And if this war comes and death's all around Let me die on this land 'fore I die underground Let me die in my footsteps, before I go down under the ground There's always been people that have to cause fear They've been talkin' about a war now for many long years I've read all their statements and I've not said a word But now, Lord God, let my poor voice be heard Let me die in my footsteps, before I go down under the ground Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wild flowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace Let me die in my footsteps, before I go down under the ground Go out in your country where the land meets the sun See the craters and the canyons and where the waterfalls run Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho Let every state in this union see deep down in its soul And you'll die in your footsteps, before you go down under the ground license_.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: eermih@dct.ac.uk License To Kill by Bob Dylan --------------- ------------ Transcribed by MH from Bob Dylan's (best!) album, "Infidels". I have written this in the key of C so it can be easily transposed: to play it in the original key (F#) put a capo on fret 6. Modifications/discussions welcome. ** The chords marked Fmaj7 and Csus4 I play as (xx3210) and (x33010), respectively. *** The chord sequences for verses 2, 3 and 4 are the same as verse 1. VERSE 1 C Am Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth G C He can do with it as he please C Am G And if things don't change soon, he will F C Oh, man has invented his doom C C G F First step was touching the moon Am F Am F Now there's a woman on my block Am F Am F She just sit there as the night grow still C G C Fmaj7 Csus4 C ** She say who gonna take away his license to kill VERSE 2 *** Now, they take him and they teach him And they groom him for life And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill Then they bury him with stars Sell his body like they do used cars Now there's a woman on my block She just sit there facin' the hill She say who gonna take away his license to kill VERSE 3 Now, he's hell bent for destruction He's afraid and confused And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill All he believes are his eyes And his eyes they just tell him lies But there's a woman on my block Sitting there in a cold chill She say who gonna take away his license to kill Am May be noisemaker, spirit maker C Heartbreaker, backbreaker F C Leave no stone unturned Am May be an actor in a plot C That might be all that you got Dm G Till your error you clearly learn VERSE 4 Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool And when he sees his reflection he's fulfilled Oh, man is opposed to fair play He wants it all and he wants it his way Now, there's a woman on my block She just sit there as the night grow still She say who gonna take away his license to kill (instrumental verse) _______________________________________________________________________ Malcolm Hannah (eermih@dct.ac.uk) Dundee, Scotland like_a_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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin) LIKE A ROLLING STONE by Bob Dylan G Am7 Once upon a time, you dressed so fine, Em7 C D D Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn't you? G Am7 Em7 People call, say "Beware, doll, you're bound to fall." C D D You thought they were all kiddin' you. C D C D You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out, C Em7 Am7 G C Em7 Am7 G But now you don't talk so loud, Now you don't seem so proud, Am D D About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal. D G C D D G C D How does it feel? How does it feel. D G C D D G C D To be on your own. With no direction home. D G C D D G C D A complete unknown. Like a rollin' stone. You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lovely, But you know you only used to get juiced in it. You never had to live out on the street, But now you're gonna have to get used to it. You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulders a Siamese cat. Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal. You never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you. Never understood that it ain't no good. You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you. You said you'd never compromise With the Mystery Tramp but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And he says, "Do you want to make a deal?" Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made. Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts, You'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe. You used to be so amused At Napolean in rags and the language that he used Go to him now he calls you you can't refuse When you got nothin' you got nothin' to lose Your invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal. ************************************************************************ * "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 * ************************************************************************ From: moses20@aol.com (Moses20) I remember requesting Like a Rolling Stone a few weeks back; since then a few other people have done the same. I got this response after I posted on rec.music.dylan. It sounds right to me. The only thing I need are the complete lyrics; there not at Nevada. If someone could please post or send them to me I'd appreciate it. Here it is.. C Dm Once upon a time you dressed so fine Em F You threw the bums a dime in your prime G Didn't you? (repeat above sequence) F G F G You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging out F Em Dm C Now you don't talk so loud F Em Dm C Now you don't seem so proud Dm7 F G About having to be scrounging for your next meal C F G How does it feel and so on... Thanx to howells@netcom.com (John Howells) for the original post. Lyrics please, anyone? Thanx- Aaron Bernay moses20@aol.com From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> LIKE A ROLLING STONE- Bob Dylan G Am7 Once upon a time, you dressed so fine G/B C D D7 Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn't you? G Am7 G/B People call, say "Beware, doll, you're bound to fall" C D D7 You thought they were all kiddin' you C D C D You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out C G/B Am7 G C G/B Am7 G But now you don't talk so loud, Now you don't seem so proud Am C D D7 About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal D G C D D G C D How does it feel? How does it feel D G C D D G C D To be without a home Like a complete unknown D G C D7 Like a rollin' stone You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it You never had to live out on the street But now you're gonna have to get used to it You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulders a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home A complete unknown, like a rolling stone You never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you Never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You said you'd never compromise With the Mystery Tramp but now you realize He's not selling any alibis, as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And he says, "Do you want to make a deal?" How does it feel? How does it feel? To have to be on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now he calls you you can't refuse When you got nothin' you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal How does it feel? Aaah, how does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone NOTE: Just a squished up version of previous postings. Believe it or not, with the powers of word processor margin manipulation I can get this onto one page. (from Highway 61 Revisited, 1965) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) love_min.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> LOVE MINUS ZERO/NO LIMIT- Bob Dylan D A G My love, she speaks like silence D A Without ideals or violence G D She doesn't have to say she's faithful Em7 A A6 A7 Yet she's true like ice, like fire D A G People carry roses D A And make promises by the hour G D My love she laughs like the flowers Em A7 D Valentines can't buy her In the dime stores and bus stations People talk of situations Read books, repeat quotations Draw conclusions on the wall Some speak of the future My love, she speaks softly She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all The cloak and dagger dangles Madams light the candles In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge Statues made of matchsticks Crumble into one another My love winks she does not bother She knows too much to argue or to judge The bridge at midnight trembles The country doctor rambles Bankers' nieces seek perfection Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring The wind howls like a hammer The night wind blows cold n' rainy My love, she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing Em7: 0 2 2 0 3 0 A6: x 0 2 2 2 2 A7: x 0 2 2 2 3 (from Bringing It All Back Home, 1965) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) maggies_.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 18:22:25 -0500 (EST) From: "Kelvin W. Sherlock" <ksherloc@moose.uvm.edu> Subject: bob dylan crd: Maggie's Farm Intro: G G I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more G No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more G Well, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rain G I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane Em D It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor G I-- ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more No I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime He asks you with a grin if you're having a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more Well he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Well she talks to all the servants about Man and God and Law Everybody says she's the brains behind Pa She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I try my best to be just like I am But everybody wants you to be just like them They say sing while you slave, but I just get bored I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Kelvin Sherlock ksherloc@moose.uvm.edu masters_.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: jgladman@uoguelph.ca (Julie R Gladman) corrected lyrics: "Benjamin L. Weiss" <weis0010@gold.tc.umn.edu> This is my approximation of how this song is played: Masters of War -- Bob Dylan Am Am7 Am Am Am Am7 Am Come you masters of war Am Am Am7 Am You that build the big guns Am Am Am7 Am You that build the death planes Am Am Am7 Am You that build all the bombs Am Am Am7 Am You that hide behind walls Am Am Am7 Am You that hide behind desks Am C G F Am Am7 Am I just want you to know I can see through your masks And the song just continues in that vein for the rest of the verses: You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy You play with my world like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old you lie and deceive A world war can't be won, and you want me to believe But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain Like I see through the water that runs down my drain You that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled Fear to bring children into the world For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins How much do I know to talk out of turn You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never forgive what you do Let me ask you one question: is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could? I think you will find when your death takes its toll All the money you made won't ever buy back your soul And I hope that you die and your death will come soon I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead *Corrections to lyrics or chords would be most welcome.* -- *"Do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real and* *in the present tense? Or that everybody's on the stage and it* *seems like you're the only person sitting in the audience?"* * -Ian Anderson * * Something to think about, * * Julie Gladman jgladman@uoguelph.ca * Date: Tue, 9 Apr 96 21:24:06 PDT From: np95fc@mail.telepac.pt (Dolo) Subject: TAB: Masters of War by Bob Dylan Masters of War I tried playing the version on Harmony Central. This is my own representation from that. Still, it's very simplified. Key: P - pull off from previous note H - hammer on ^ - upstroke " - downstroke The cords are generally the same all through the song, they are: " " " ^ " ^ "+H " " ^ " ^ "+H -------|-------------------------------------------- -----1-|-1--1--0--0--0--1-------1--1--0--0--0--1---- -----2-|-2--2--2--2--2--2-------2--2--2--2--2--2---- etc.etc. -----2-|-2--2--2--2--2--2-------2--2--2--2--2--2---- -------|-------------------------------------------- -------|-------------------------------------------- ^Play this only ^On this one, Hammer on the first fret on the once at the second string. beggining Open in WordPad. meet_me_.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> MEET ME IN THE MORNING- Bob Dylan TUNING: D A D F# A D or E B E G# B E A/E E riff A/E E riff A/E E riff A/E E riff 2 E A/E A E riff 2 A/E E riff 2 A/E Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabashaw A Asus A E E riff A/E E riff A/E Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabashaw B B Bb A Honey we could be in Kansas E E riff A/E E riff A/E By the time the snow begins to thaw They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn Honey you wouldn't know it by me Every day's been darkness since you've been gone Little rooster crowing, there must be something on his mind Little rooster crowing, there must be something on his mind Well I feel just like that rooster Honey you treat me so unkind Well I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fire from above Well I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fire from above Well you know I even outrun the hound dog Honey you know I earned your love Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship Ain't that just like my heart babe When you kiss my lips E riff: E riff 2: E -3(bend up)-0---0- -3/12-12-12-- B --------------3--- ------------- G# ------------------ -3/12-------- E ------------------ ------------- B ------------------ ------------- E ------------------ ------------- CHORDS: E A/E A B Bb Asus E 0 0 5 7 6 5 B 0 2 5 7 6 5 G# 0 1 5 7 6 6 E 0 0 5 7 6 5 B 0 2 5 7 6 7 E 0 0 5 7 6 5 FROM: Blood on the Tracks, 1975. moonshin.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> MOONSHINER- Bob Dylan Bm G D A I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years Bm G D A I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer G A D G I go to some hollow and set up my still Bm G D And if whiskey don't kill me A Then I don't know what will I go to some barroom and drink with my friends When the women can't follow and see what I spent God bless them pretty women How I wish they was mine Their breath is as sweet as The dew on the vine Let me eat when I'm hungry Let me drink when I'm dry Give me dollar when I'm hard up Religion when I die The whole world's a bottle And life's just a dram When a bottle gets empty It sure ain't worth a damn (originally done around 1963 as a cover, this was released on the Bootleg Series, 1-3) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) most_lik.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) Most Likely You Go Your Way and I'll Go Mine - Bob Dylan ---------------------------------------------------------- ('Blonde on Blonde' album) G G G G Am G You say you love me And you're thinkin' of me, But you know you could be wrong. Am G You say you told me That you wanna hold me, But you know you're not that strong. Bm Am I just can't do what I done before, I just can't beg you anymore. G I'm gonna let you pass D And I'll go last. G Bm C G C D D9 Then time will tell just who fell And who's been left behind, (no chord) G When you go yor way and I go mine. Am G You say you disturb me And you don't deserve me, But you know sometimes you lie. Am G You say you're shakin' And you're always achin', But you know how hard you try. Bm Am Sometimes it gets so hard to care, It can't be this way ev'ry-where. G And I'm gonna let you pass, D Yes, and I'll go last. G Bm C G C D D9 Then time will tell just who fell And who's been left behind, (no chord) G When you go yor way and I go mine. Em D The judge, he holds a grudge, He's gonna call on you. Em D But he's badly built And he walks on stilts, Watch out he don't fall on you. Am G You say you're sorry For tellin' stories That you know I believe are true. Am G You say ya got some Other kinda lover And yes, I believe you do. Bm Am You say my kisses are not like his, But this time I'm gonna tell you why that is. G I'm just gonna let you pass, D Yes, and I'll go last. G Bm C G C D D9 Then time will tell who fell And who's been left behind, (no chord) G G G When you go yor way and I go mine. ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se most_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: Fri, 29 Sep 95 16:11:18 EDT From: Winston Campbell <jieuryli@eden.rutgers.edu> Subject: MOST OF THE TIME by Bob Dylan Most of the Time (from -Oh Mercy-) (by Bob Dylan) Intro: C F C F C F Most of the time, I~m okay, focused all around C F Most of the time, I can keep both feet on the ground Am I can follow the path F I can read the sign Am Stay right with it F When the road unwinds C F I can handle whatever I stumble upon Am F I don~t even notice, she gone C F C F Most of the time C F Most of the time, it~s well understood C F Most of the time, I wouldn~t change it if I could Am I can make it all magic F I can hold my own Am I can deal with this situation F Right down to the bone C F I can survive and I can endure Am F And I don~t even think about her C F C F Most of the time C F Most of the time, my head is on straight C F Most of the time, I~m strong enough not to hate Am I don~t build up illusion F Til it makes me sick Am I ain~t afraid of confusion F No matter how thick C F I can smile in the face of mankind Am F Don~t even remember what her lips felt like on mine C F C F Most of the time Am Most of the time C She ain~t even in my mind Am I wouldn~t know if I saw her C She~s that far behind E Most of the time Am I can~t even be sure E If she was ever with me Am G Or if I was ever with her C F Most of the time, I~m half ways content C F Most of the time, I know exactly where it all went Am I don~t cheat on myself F I don~t run and hide Am Hide from the feelings F That are buried inside C F I don~t compromise and I don~t pretend Am F I don~t even care if I ever see her again C F C F Most of the time (fade to end chords: C F C F) mr_bojan.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: Rabea Brauer <rbrauer@runet.edu> Subject: Mr Bojangles Date: Sun, 18 Feb 1996 22:19:10 -0500 (EST) This is what my friend Antje (who has no clue that I am posting it) and I got out of the great, greater, the greatest Bob Dylan version (from the "Dylan" album: C Em I knew a man Bojangles Am A7 And he'd dance for you F G G7 In worn out shoes C Em The silver hair, a ragged shirt Am A7 And baggy pants F G G7 The old soft shoe F G E7 Am A7 He'd jump so high, jump so high D9 G G7 Then he'd lightly touch down Am G Am G Am G C Em Am C Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance The rest of the song follows the same pattern. The lyrics I am posting are the original J.J. Walker lyrics, Dylan made a slight change here and there. I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was down and out He looked to (Dylan: at) me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life Then he laughed - slepped his leg a step He said the name Bojangles then he danced a lick 'Cross the cell He grabbed his pants,(Dylan: for) a better stance Oh (Dylan: then) he jumped so high He clicked his heels He let go laugh, let go laugh Shook back his cloth all around Mr. Bojangles (3x) Dance He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the south Spoke with tears of 15 years How his dog 'n him travelled about His dog up and died, his dog up and died After 20 years he still grieves He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks For drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars 'Cause (Dylan: For) I drinks a bit He shook his head, and he shook his head I heard someone ask "Please" Mr. Bojangles (3x) Dance Dance mr_tambo.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) MR. TAMBOURINE MAN by Bob Dylan F G C F Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, F C F G I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to. F G C F Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, C F G C In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. F G C F Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand, C F Vanished from my hand, C F G Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. F G C F My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, C F I have no one to meet, C F G And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship. My senses have been stripped, May hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, Into my own parade. Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, It's just escaping on the run, And but for the sky there are no fences facing. And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme, To your tambourine in time. It's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing. Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind. Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted frightened trees, Out to the windy bench, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, Circled deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. ************************************************************************ * "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 * ************************************************************************ From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> MR. TAMBOURINE MAN- Bob Dylan CHORUS: G A D G Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me G D G Em A I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to G A D G Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me D G Em A D In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you G A D G Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand D G Vanished from my hand D G Em A Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping G A D G My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet D G I have no one to meet D G Em A And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming ...CHORUS Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship My senses have been stripped My hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it...CHORUS Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun It's not aimed at anyone It's just escaping on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facing And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time It's just a ragged clown behind I wouldn't pay it any mind It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing ...CHORUS Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted frightened trees Out to the windy bench Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow ...CHORUS (from Bringing It All Back Home, 1965) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) my_back_.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: macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon) Title: MY BACK PAGES (B. Dylan) E E5 E E5 E C#m G#m A B E E5 Crimson flames run through my years, flowing high & mighty trapped E C#m G#m A B Countless fire and flaming rope, using ideas as my map C#m G#m A B We'll meet our own edges soon said I, proud me beaded brow E A E CHORUS: Ah but I was so much older then A B E E5 E E5 I'm younger than that now. E C#m G#m A B E E5 Half ripe prejudice leapt forth, rip down all hate I scream E C#m G#m A B Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed C#m G#m A B Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow CHORUS E C#m G#m A B E E5 In a soldiers stance I aim my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach E C#m G#m A B During night I become my enemy in the instant that I preach C#m G#m A B Sisters fled by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow CHORUS E C#m G#m A B E E5 The guard stood hard when abstract prints too nobel to neglect E C#m G#m A B Deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect C#m G#m A B Good and bad I define these terms, why clear, no doubt, somehow. From: tash@warp.atcon.com (Tony Ash) Subject: Re: Bob Dylan\My Back Pages MY BACK PAGES (Dylan) D Bm G D Crimson flames tied through my ears G D Em7 A7 Rollin' high and mighty traps... D Bm G D Pounced with fire on flaming roads G D Em7 A7 Using i-deas as my maps... D F#m G D "We'll meet on edges, soon said," I, Em7 A7 Em7 A7 Proud 'neath heated brow... D D7 G D Ah, but I was so much older then Em7 A7 G D I'm young-er than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "Rip down all hate," I screamed, Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull I dreamed. Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Girl's faces formed the forward path >From phony jealousy, To memorizing politics Of ancient history. Flung down by corpse evangelist Unthought of, though, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. A self-ordained professor's tongue Too serious to fool Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school. "Equality," I spoke the word As if a wedding vow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach. My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect. Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. ....I think Dylan did it in Eb... ....The Byrds left out the 3rd and 4th verse in their rendition... ....Amazing isn't it; a song thirty years old and still just as relevant today. Compliments of Tony Ash(tash@warp.atcon.com)  --=====================_799358827==_ Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Regards---Tony Ash --=====================_799358827==_-- new_morn.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> NEW MORNING- Bob Dylan A D A D Can't you hear that rooster crowin'? A G#m Rabbit runnin' down across the road A/G F#m D A Underneath the bridge where the water flowed through CHORUS: Bm C#m So happy just to see you smile Bm7 E Underneath the sky of blue A D A D On this new morning, new morning A D A D A D On this new morning with you Can't you hear that motor turnin'? Automobile comin' into style Comin' down the road for a country mile or two BRIDGE: G F#m7 The night passed away so quickly G E It always does when you're with me Can't you feel that sun a shinin'? Ground hog runnin' by the country stream This must be the day that all of my dreams come true CHORUS TWICE New morning . . . F#m7: 2 4 2 2 2 2 A/G: 3 0 2 2 2 0 Bm7: 2 2 4 2 3 2 (from New Morning, 1970) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) nobody_c.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> NOBODY 'CEPT YOU- Bob Dylan F C F There's nothing 'round here to me that's sacred Dm Bb 'Cept you, yeah you F C F There's nothing 'round here to me that matters Dm Bb 'Cept you, yeah you Bb You're the one that reaches me F You're the one that I admire Bb Every time we meet together F I feel like I'm on fire Bb Nothing matters to me F Dm And there's nothing I desire Bb Gm 'Cept you, yeah you Nothing 'round here I care to try for, 'cept you, yeah you Got nothing here to live or die for, except you, yeah you There's a hymn I used to hear In the churches all the time Make me feel so good inside So peaceful, so sublime And there's nothing that reminds me of that Old familiar chime, except you, yeah you BRIDGE: Bb Used to run in the cemetery F Dance and run and sing but I was a child C F And it never seemed strange Bb But now I just pass mournfully F By that place where bones of life are piled C F I know somethin' has changed I'm a stranger here and no one sees me, except you, yeah you Nothing any more seems to please me,except you, yeah you Nothing hypnotizes me Or holds me in a spell Everything runs by me Just like water from a well Everybody wants my attention Everybody's got something to sell Bb Gm Except you, yeah you F I'm in love with you! (originally done around the time of Planet Waves, 1973. Finally released in The Bootleg Series, 1-3) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) north_co.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 1996 20:01:22 -0500 (EST) From: "Kelvin W. Sherlock" <ksherloc@moose.uvm.edu> Subject: bob dylan: north country blues crd North Country Blues Capo third fret (Cm and Bb) Simplified Intro: Am e-------------|-------------|-------------| B-----1---1---|-----1-------|-----1---1---| G-----2---2---|-----2-------|-----2---2---| D-----2---2---|-----2-------|-----2---2---| A-0-----------|-------------|-0-----------| E-------------|-0-------3---|-------------| Am | | G | | | Come and gather round friends and I'll tell you a tale Am G Am |** | Of when the red iron ore pits run a-plenty | | G | | | But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches Am G Am |** Tell ya now that the whole town is empty In the north end of town my own children are grown But I was raised on the other In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick And I was brought up by my brother The iron ore poured as the years passed the door The drag lines and shovels, they was hummin' 'Til one day my brother failed to come home The same as my father before him With a long winters wait from the window I watched My friends, they couldn't have been kinder And my school it was cut as I quit in the spring To marry John Thomas, a miner Oh the years passed again and the giving was good With a lunch bucket filled every season But with three babies born, the work was cut down To half a day's shift with no reason An' the shaft was soon shut and my work was cut And the fire in the air, it felt frozen 'Til a man come to speak and he said in one week That number eleven was closing They complain in the east they payin' to high They say that your ore ain't worth diggin' That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns Where the miners work almost for nothin' So the minin' gates locked and the red iron rotted And the room smelled heavy from drinkin' When the sad silent song made the hour twice as long As I waited for the sun to go sinking I lived by the window as he talked to himself The silence of tongues, it was building 'Til one morning's wake, the bed it was bare And I's left alone with three children The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold The stores one by one they are folding My children will go as soon as they grow For there ain't nothin' here now to hold them ** Simplified Interversal thing: Am e-------------| B-----1---1---| G-----2---2---| D-0h2-2---2---| A-------------| E-------------| obviousl.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> OBVIOUSLY FIVE BELIEVERS- Bob Dylan A7 Early in the mornin', early in the mornin' D7 I'm callin' you to, I'm callin' you to A7 Please come home E7 Yes, I guess I could make it without you D7 A7 (riff 2x) If I just didn't feel so all alone Don't let me down ,don't let me down I won't let you down, I won't let you down No I won't You know I can if you can, honey But honey, please don't I got my black dog barkin', black dog barkin' Yes it is now, yes it is now Outside my yard Yes, I could tell you what he means If I just didn't have to try so hard Your mama's workin',your mama's moanin' She's cryin' you know, she's tryin' you know You better go now Well, I'd tell you what she wants if I But I just don't know how Fifteen jugglers, fifteen jugglers Five believers, five believers All dressed like men Tell your mama not to worry because Yes they're just my friends Early in the mornin', early in the mornin' I'm callin' you to, I'm callin' you to Please come home Yes, I could make it without you honey If I just did not feel so all alone RIFF: E ----------------------- B ----------------------- G ----------------------- (rpt) D -----0-2-0------------- A -0h2-------0h2-0------- E ------------------3p0-- (from Blonde on Blonde, 1966) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) oh_siste.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. #