The_Times_They_Are_A-Changin
Ballad_of_Hollis_Brown
With_God_On_Our_Side
One_Too_Many_Mornings
North_Country_Blues
Only_A_Pawn_In_Their_Game
Boots_of_Spanish_Leather
When_The_Ship_Comes_In
The_Lonesome_Death_of_Hattie_Carroll
Restless_Farewell
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The_Times_They_Are_A-Changin
Words_and_Music_by_Bob_Dylan
_____G_____________Em_________C________G
Come_gather_round_people_wherever_you_roam
______G____________Am______C______________D
And_admit_that_the_waters_around_you_have_grown
______G____________Em_____________C_______________G
And_accept_it_that_soon_youll_be_drenched_to_the_bone
________G_______Am___________D
If_your_time_to_you_is_worth_savin
_________D____________D7_________________G___________D
Then_you_better_start_swimmin_or_youll_sink_like_a_stone,
________G_________________C____D__G
For_the_times,_they_are_a_chang_-_in
Come_writers_and_critics_who_prophecize_with_your_pen
And_keep_your_eyes_wide_the_chance_wont_come_again
And_dont_speak_too_soon_for_the_wheels_still_in_spin
And_theres_no_tellin_who_that_its_namin
For_the_loser_now_will_be_later_to_win
For_the_times_they_are_a-changin
Come_mothers_and_fathers_throughout_the_land
_And_dont_criticize_what_you_dont_understand
Your_sons_and_your_daughters_are_beyond_your_command
Your_old_road_is_rapidly_agin
Please_get_out_of_the_new_one_if_you_cant_lend_a_hand
For_the_times_they_are_a-changin
Come_senators,_congressmen_please_heed_the_call
Dont_stand_in_the_doorway,_dont_block_up_the_hall
For_he_that_gets_hurt_will_be_he_who_has_stalled
Theres_a_battle_outside_and_its_ragin
Itll_soon_shake_your_windows_and_rattle_your_walls
For_the_times_they_are_a-changin
The_line_it_is_drawn_the_curse_it_is_cast
The_slow_one_now_will_later_be_fast
As_the_present_now_will_later_be_past
The_order_is_rapidly_fadin
And_the_first_one_now_will_later_be_last
For_the_times_they_are_a-changin
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Ballad_of_Hollis_Brown
Bob_Dylan
from_David_Cushman,_http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Capo_on_first_fret,_double_drop_D_tuning_(DADGBd)
Finger_a_D_chord_(000230),_but_then_use_the_middle_finger_(which_isnt
needed_on_the_first_string)_to_fret_notes_on_the_4th,_5th,_and_6th_strings.
Here_are_the_most_common_bass_patterns_which_he_works_into_his_strumming:
d-|---------------|
B-|---------------|
G-|---------------|
D-|-----0--3--0---|
A-|--3------------|
D-|---------------|
and_sometimes
d-|---------------|
B-|---------------|
G-|-----------2---|
D-|-----0--3------|
A-|--3------------|
D-|---------------|
Hollis_Brown,_he_lived_on_the_outside_of_town
Hollis_Brown,_he_lived_on_the_outside_of_town
With_his_wife_and_five_children_and_his_cabin_broken_down
He_looked_for_work_and_money_and_he_walked_a_ragged_mile
He_looked_for_work_and_money_and_he_walked_a_ragged_mile
Your_children_are_so_hungry_that_they_dont_know_how_to_smile
Your_babies_eyes_look_crazy,_theyre_a-tuggin_at_your_sleeve
Your_babies_eyes_look_crazy,_theyre_a-tuggin_at_your_sleeve
You_walk_the_floor_and_wonder_why_with_every_breath_you_breathe
The_rats_have_got_your_flour,_bad_blood_it_got_your_mare
The_rats_have_got_your_flour,_bad_blood_it_got_your_mare
If_theres_anyone_that_knows,_is_there_anyone_that_cares?
He_prayed_to_the_Lord_above,_oh_please_send_you_a_friend
He_prayed_to_the_Lord_above,_oh_please_send_you_a_friend
Your_empty_pockets_tell_you_that_you_aint_a-got_no_friend
Your_babys_a-cryin_louder_now,_its_a_poundin_on_your_brain
Your_babys_a-cryin_louder_now,_its_a_poundin_on_your_brain
Your_wifes_screams_a-stabbin_you_like_the_dirty_driving_rain
Your_grass_is_turning_black,_theres_no_water_in_your_well
Your_grass_is_turning_black,_theres_no_water_in_your_well
You_spent_your_last_long_dollar_on_seven_shotgun_shells
Way_out_in_the_wilderness,_a_cold_coyote_calls
Way_out_in_the_wilderness,_a_cold_coyote_calls
Your_eyes_fix_on_the_shotgun_thats_hangin_on_the_wall
Your_brain_is_a-bleedin_and_your_legs_cant_seem_to_stand
Your_brain_is_a-bleedin_and_your_legs_cant_seem_to_stand
Your_eyes_fix_on_the_shotgun_that_your_holdin_in_your_hand
Theres_seven_breezes_blowin_all_around_the_cabin_door
Theres_seven_breezes_blowin_all_around_the_cabin_door
Seven_shots_ring_out_like_the_oceans_poundin_roar
Theres_seven_people_dead_on_a_South_Dakota_farm
Theres_seven_people_dead_on_a_South_Dakota_farm
Somehere_in_the_distance,_theres_seven_new_people_born
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With_God_On_Our_Side
Bob_Dylan
from_David_Cushman,_http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
_______C_____________F_Em
Oh,_my_name_it_means_nothing,_
_______G____________C
And_my_age_it_means_less
________G_________C____F
For_the_country_I_come_from
___Em____________Am
Is_called_the_Midwest
______G__________________C__F
I_was_taught_and_brought_up_there,
____C________F___C
The_laws_to_abide
____________________F____Em
And_that_the_land_I_live_in
____G__F_______C
Has_God_on_its_side
Oh,_the_history_books_tell_it,_they_tell_it_so_well
The_cavalry_charged_and_the_Indians_fell
The_cavalry_charged_and_the_Indians_died
Oh_the_country_was_young_then,_with_God_on_its_side
The_Spanish-American_war_had_its_day
And_the_Civil_War_too_was_soon_laid_away
And_the_names_of_the_heroes_I_was_made_to_memorize
With_guns_in_their_hands_and_God_on_their_side
Oh,_the_first_World_War,_well_it_came_and_it_went
And_the_reason_for_fighting_I_never_did_get
But_I_learned_to_accept_it,_accept_it_with_pride
For_you_dont_count_the_dead_with_God_on_your_side
When_the_second_World_War_came_to_an_end
We_forgave_the_Germans_and_then_we_were_friends
Though_they_murdered_six_million,_in_the_ovens_they_fried
The_Germans_now_too_have_God_on_their_side
Ive_learned_to_hate_Russians_all_through_my_whole_life
If_another_war_comes,_its_them_we_must_fight
To_hate_them_and_fear_them,_to_run_and_to_hide
And_accept_it_all_bravely_with_God_on_our_side
But_now_weve_got_weapons_of_the_chemical_dust
If_fire_them_were_forced_to,_then_fire_them_we_must
One_push_of_the_button_and_a_shot_the_world_wide
And_you_never_ask_questions_with_God_on_your_side
In_many_a_dark_hour_Ive_been_thinking_about_this
That_Jesus_Christ_was_betrayed_by_a_kiss
But_I_cant_think_for_you,_youll_have_to_decide
Whether_Judas_Iscariot_had_God_on_his_side
So_now_as_Im_leaving,_Im_weary_as_hell
The_confusion_Im_feeling,_aint_no_tongue_can_tell
The_words_fill_my_head_and_fall_to_the_floor
If_Gods_on_our_side,_Hell_stop_the_next_war
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One_Too_Many_Mornings
Bob_Dylan
from_David_Cushman,_http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
C/B____x22010
F/A____x0321x
C/G____3x5050
/F_____xx3010
/E_____xx2010
G7_____3x303x
_________C___________________C/B
Down_the_street_the_dogs_are_barking
_________F/A____________C/G
And_the_day_is_getting_dark.
_______C/G_________/F___/E____
As_the_night_comes_in_a-fallin
_____________________________G7____C/G___G7
The_dogs,_theyll_lose_their_bark.
____C_________________C/B
The_silent_night_will_shatter
_________F/A_______________C/G
From_the_sounds_inside_my_mind
___________________/F___/E
As_I_leave_one_too_many_mornings_
______G7_______C/G__G7_C
And_a_thousand_miles_behind.
From_the_crossroads_of_my_doorstep,
My_eyes_begin_to_fail.
And_I_turn_my_head_back_to_the_room
Where_my_love_and_I_have_laid.
And_I_gaze_back_to_the_streets
the_sidewalks_and_the_sign.
And_I_know_Ive_one_too_many_mornings
And_a_thousand_miles_behind.
Its_a_restless,_hungry_feeling
And_it_dont_mean_no_one_look_good.
When_everything_Im_saying,_
You_can_say_it_just_as_good.
You_are_right_from_your_side,
And_I_am_right_from_mine.
Were_both_one_too_many_mornings
And_a_thousand_miles_behind.
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North_Country_Blues
Bob_Dylan
from_David_Cushman,_http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
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_Ill_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_couldnt_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_days_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_aint_worth_diggin
That_its_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_mornings_wake,_the_bed_it_was_bare
And_Is_left_alone_with_three_children
The_summer_is_gone,_the_grounds_turning_cold
The_stores_one_by_one_they_are_folding
My_children_will_go_as_soon_as_they_grow
For_there_aint_nothin_here_now_to_hold_them
**_Simplified_Interversal_thing:
__Am
e-------------|
B-----1---1---|
G-----2---2---|
D-0h2-2---2---|
A-------------|
E-------------|
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Only_A_Pawn_In_Their_Game
Bob_Dylan
from_David_Cushman,_http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
***_Capo_2nd_Fret_***
G_________________C____(B_A)_G_________C__(B__A)_____G
A_bullet_from_the_back_of_a__bush_took_Medgar_Evers_blood
___________________C_______(B_A)__D
A_finger_fired_the_trigger_to_his_name
(C_B)_G__________C___(B_A)__G______C____(B__A)__G
A_____handle_hid_out_in_the_dark_a_hand_set_the_spark
____C____(B___A)__G
Two_eyes_took_the_aim
__Behind_a__mans_brain
But_he___cant_be_blamed
_____(B_C)__D____(C_B)____G
Hes_only_a_pawn_in_their_game
Subsequent_verses_have_an_intro_more_like_this:
G_____________Bm_____Am______________C____(B)___G
The_south_politician_preaches_to_the_poor_white_man
"You_got_more_than_the_blacks,_dont_complain"
"Youre_better_than_them_,you_been_born_with_white_skin",_they_explain
And_the_negros_name
is_used_it_is_plain
As_he_rises_to_fame
And_the_poor_white_remains
on_the_caboose_of_the_train
But_it_aint_him_to_blame
Hes_only_a_pawn_in_their_game
The_deputy_sheriff_the_soldiers,_the_governors_get_paid
And_the_marshalls_and_cops_get_the_same
But_the_poor_white_mans_used_in_the_hands_of_them_all_like_a_tool
Hes_taught_in_his_school
From_the_start_by_the_rule
That_the_laws_are_with_him
To_protect_his_white_skin
To_keep_up_his_hate
So_he_never_thinks_straight
bout_the_shape_that_hes_in
But_it_aint_him_to_blame
Hes_only_a_pawn_in_their_game
From_the_poverty_shacks,_he_loks_from_the_cracks_to_the_tracks
And_the_hoof_beats_pound_in_his_brain
And_hes_taught_how_to_walk_in_a_pack,_shoot_in_the_back
With_his_fist_in_a_clinch
To_hang_and_to_lynch
To_hide_neath_a_hood
To_kill_with_no_pain
Like_a_dog_on_a_chain
He_aint_got_no_name
But_it_aint_him_to_blame
Hes_only_a_pawn_in_their_game
The_day_Medgar_Evers_was_buried_from_the_bullet_he_caught
They_lowered_him_down_as_a_king
But_when_the_shadowy_sun_sets_on_the_one_that_fired_the_gun
Youll_see_by_his_grave
On_the_stone_that_remains
Carved_next_to_his_name
His_epitaph_plain:
Only_a_pawn_in_their_game
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Boots_of_Spanish_Leather
Bob_Dylan
from_David_Cushman,_http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Most_of_the_tablature_is_here_but_some_of_the_fills_between
lines_vary_in_the_original_recording.__The_most_important
part_is_synching_the_high_string_with_the_alternating_bass_pattern.
G_______C/G______G________C/G______G
|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
|--0----1|--1----0|--0----1|--1----0|--0----0|
|-----0--|-----0--|-----0--|-----0--|-----0--|
|--0---0-|--2---2-|--0---0-|--2---2-|--0---0-|
|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
|3---3---|3---3---|3---3---|3---3---|3---3---|
___________Em7________________D7/F#____G
_|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
_|--0-----|--3----3|---0-0-0|---01---|--0----1|--1----0|
*|-----0-0|-----0--|--------|-2---2--|-----0--|-----0--|
*|--0---0-|--2---2-|--2---2-|--0---0-|--0---0-|--2---2-|
_|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
_|3---3---|0---0---|0---0---|2---2---|3---3---|3---3---|
__Well_Im_sailin_away_my___own_true_love
|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
|--0-----|--3----3|---01---|--0----1|--1----0|
|-----0-0|-----0--|-2---2--|-----0--|-----0--|
|--0---0-|--2---2-|--0---0-|--0---0-|--2---2-|
|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
|3---3---|0---0---|2---2---|3---3---|3---3---|
______Im_sailin_away___^__mornin
_______________________in_the
|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
|--0-----|--3----3|--3-----|-1------|--0----1|--1----0|
|-----0-0|-----0--|-----0--|---0-2-2|-----0--|-----0--|
|--0---0-|--2---2-|--2---2-|--2---0-|--0---0-|--2---2-|
|--------|--------|--------|3-------|--------|--------|
|3---3---|0---0---|0---0---|----2---|3---3---|3---3---|
_____Is_^_somethin^send_^_across_the_sea
_______there_____I_can___you_from
|--------|--------|--------|--------|---01---|--------|
|--0-----|--3----3|---01---|--0-----|-----3--|--0-----|
|-----0-0|-----0--|-2---2--|-----0-0|-2-----2|-----0-0|*
|--0---0-|--2---2-|--0---0-|--0---0-|--0---0-|--0---0-|*
|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
|3---3---|0---0---|2---2---|3---3---|2---2---|3---3---|
_From_the_place_^__Ill_be__landing?
_______________where
[Verse]
________Well_Im_sailin_away_my_own_true_love.
________Im_sailin_away_in_the_mornin
________Is_there_something_I_can_bsend_you_from_across_the_sea,
________From_the_place_where_Ill_be_landin?
No,_theres_nothing_you_can_bring_me_my_own_true_love.
Theres_nothing_I_wish_to_be_ownin.
Just_carry_yourself_back_to_me_unspoiled
from_across_that_lonesome_ocean.
________Well_I_just_though_you_might_want_something_fine
________made_of_silver_or_of_golden
________either_from_the_mountains_of_Madrid
________or_the_coast_of_Barcelona.
If_I_had_the_stars_from_the_darkest_night
and_the_diamonds_from_the_deepest_ocean,
Id_foresake_them_all_for_your_sweet_kiss,
for_thats_all_Im_wishin_to_be_ownin
________That_I_might_be_gone_a_long_old_time,
________and_its_only_that_Im_askin.
________Is_there_something_I_can_give_you_to_remember_me_by,
________To_make_your_time_more_easy_passin?
Oh_how_can,_how_can_you_ask_me_again?
It_only_brings_me_sorrow.
For_the_same_thing_that_I_want_from_you_today
I_would_want_again_tomorrow.
Well_I_got_a_letter_on_a_lonesome_day.
It_was_from_her_ship_asailin.
Sayin_"I_dont_know_when_Ill_be_comin_back_again.
It_depends_on_how_Im_feelin."
Well_if_you_my_love_must_think_that_away
Im_sure_your_mind_is_aroamin.
Im_sure_your_heart_is_not_with_me
but_with_the_country_where_youre_goin.
So_take_heed,_take_heed_of_the_Western_wind.
Take_heed_of_the_stormy_weather.
And_yes,_theres_something_you_can_send_back_to_me;
SPANISH_BOOTS_OF_SPANISH_LEATHER.
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When_the_Ship_Comes_In
Bob_Dylan
from_David_Cushman,_http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
__________EADGBe
__________++++++
Dsus2sus4_x54030
G_____________________Dsus2sus4___C___________G
Oh_the_time_will_come_up_when_the_winds_will_stop
________Em__________C_____________G
And_the_breeze_will_cease_to_be_a-breathin
_________G________________Dsus2sus4_______C___________G
Like_the_stillness_in_the_wind_before_the_hurricane_begins,
____G_____________D__________G
The_hour_that_the_ship_comes_in
________Ds2s4____C_____________G
And_the_sea_will_split_and_the_ships_will_hit
________Dsus2sus4____C_________________G
And_the_sands_on_the_shoreline_will_be_shaking
_______Dsus2sus4________________C__________G
And_the_tide_will_sound_and_the_waves_will_pound
________G_______C____C/B__D/A__G
And_the_morning_will_be_a-breaking
Oh_the_fishes_will_laugh_as_they_swim_out_of_the_path
And_the_seagulls_will_be_a-smilin
And_the_rocks_on_the_sand_will_proudly_stand
The_hour_that_the_ship_comes_in
And_the_words_that_are_used_for_to_get_the_ship_confused
Will_not_be_understood_as_theyre_spoken
Oh_the_chains_of_the_sea_will_have_busted_in_the_night
And_be_buried_on_the_bottom_of_the_ocean
A_song_will_lift_as_the_main_sail_shifts
And_the_boat_drifts_unto_the_shoreline
And_the_sun_will_respect_every_face_on_the_deck
The_hour_that_the_ship_comes_in
And_the_sands_will_roll_out_a_carpet_of_gold
For_your_wearied_toes_to_be_a-touchin
And_the_ships_wise_men_will_remind_you_once_again
That_the_whole_wide_world_is_watchin
Oh_the_foes_will_rise_with_the_sleep_still_in_their_eyes
And_theyll_jerk_from_their_beds_and_think_theyre_dreamin
But_theyll_pinch_themselves_and_squeal
And_theyll_know_that_its_for_real,
The_hour_that_the_ship_comes_in
And_theyll_raise_their_hands
Sayin_well_meet_all_you_demands
But_well_shout_from_the_bow
Your_days_are_numbered
And_like_Pharoahs_tribe_theyll_be_drownded_in_the_tide
And_like_Goliath_theyll_be_conquered
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The_Lonesome_Death_of_Hattie_Carroll
Bob_Dylan
from_David_Cushman,_http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Capo_at_4th_fret
1st_verse:
C__________Am____________Em
William_Zanzinger_killed_poor_Hattie_Carroll
_______C____________Am_________________Em
With_a_cane_that_he_twirled_round_his_diamond_ring_finger
_____C_________Am______Em
At_a_Baltimore_hotel_society_gathering
________C________________Am_________Em
And_the_cops_were_called_in_and_his_weapon_took_from_him
________C___________Am______Em
As_they_rode_him_in_custody_down_to_the_station
___________C__________Am_________Em___________________G
And_booked_William_Zanzinger_for_first_degree_murder
[Chorus]
______F___G______C__________Am_________F____G________C
__But_you_who_philosophy_disgrace,_and_criticize_all_fears
__F________G____C_____________Am____F_____________G_____________C
__Take_the_rag_away_from_your_face,_now_aint_the_time_for_your_tears.
2nd_verse:
William_Zanzinger_who_had_just_twentyfour_years
Owns_a_tabacco_farm_of_sixhundred_acres
With_rich_wealthy_parents_who_provide_and_protect_him
And_high_office_relations_in_the_politics_of_Maryland
Reacted_to_his_deed_with_a_shrug_of_his_shoulders
And_swear_words_and_sneering_and_his_tongue_it_was_snarling
And_in_a_matter_of_minutes_on_bail_he_was_out_walking
___repeat_chorus
3rd_verse:
Hattie_Carroll_was_a_maid_in_the_kitchen
She_was_fiftyone_years_and_gave_birth_to_ten_children
Who_carried_the_dishes_and_took_out_the_garbage
And_never_sat_once_at_the_head_of_the_table
And_didnt_even_talk_to_the_people_at_the_table
Who_just_cleaned_up_all_the_food_from_the_table
And_emptied_the_ashtrays_on_a_whole_other_level
Got_killed_by_a_blow,_lay_slain_by_a_cane
That_sailed_through_the_air_and_came_down_through_the_room
Doomed_and_determined_to_destroy_all_the_gentle
And_shed_never_done_nothing_to_William_Zanzinger
___repeat_chorus
4th_verse:
In_the_courtroom_of_honor_the_judge_pounded_his_gavel
To_show_that_alls_equal_and_that_the_courts_are_on_the_level
And_that_the_strings_in_the_books_aint_pulled_and_persuaded
And_that_even_the_nobles_get_properly_handled
Once_that_the_cops_have_chased_after_and_cought_him
And_that_the_ladder_of_law_has_no_top_and_no_bottom
Stared_at_the_person_who_killed_for_nor_reason
Who_just_happened_to_be_feeling_that_way_without_warning
And_he_spoke_through_his_cloak_most_deep_and_distinguished
And_handed_out_strongly_for_penalty_and_repentence
William_Zanzinger_with_a_six_month_sentence
final_chorus:
_________F___G______C__________Am_________F____G________C
__Ah_but_you_who_philosophy_disgrace,_and_criticize_all_fears
__F________G___C____________Am________F__________G_____________C
__Bury_the_rag_deep_in_your_face,_for_now_is_the_time_for_your_tears.
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Restless_Farewell
Bob_Dylan
from_David_Cushman,_http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Capo_at_4th_fret_____Played_very_freely
C/G_______________________F_________________C/G
Oh_all_the_money_that_in_my_whole_life_I_did_spend
G_____G6___G7_______Csus4_C__Csus4__C___g
Be_it_mine_right_or_wrongfully
C___Csus4__C________F_________C/G
Id_let_it_slip_gladly_to_my_friends
G________G6___G7________________C____Csus4__C
To_tie_up_the_time_most_forcefully
C_______________F/C_C_____C/G__________F____C
But_the_bottles_are_done,_weve_killed_each_one
Gsus4/B__Am__Am/G_f_G_G6__G7_____C____g
And_the_table_is_full_and_overflowed
C______F_______C/G____________F_______C/G
And_the_corner_sign_says_its_closing_time
___________F_C_____________G__G6_G7__C_____Csus4_C
So_Ill_bid_farewell_and_be_down_the_road
harmonica_break:_F_C_G_G6_G7_C_C/G
Oh_every_girl_that_ever_Ive_touched
I_did_not_do_it_harmfully
And_every_girl_that_ever_Ive_hurt
I_did_not_do_it_knowingly
But_to_remain_as_friends,_you_need_the_time
To_make_amends_and_stay_behind
And_since_my_feet_are_now_fast
And_point_away_from_the_past
Ill_bid_farewell_and_be_down_the_line
Oh_every_foe_that_ever_I_faced
The_cause_was_there_before_we_came
And_every_cause_that_ever_I_fought
I_fought_it_full_without_regret_or_shame
But_the_dark_does_die_as_the_curtain_is_drawn
And_somebodys_eyes_must_meet_the_dawn
And_if_I_see_the_day_Id_only_have_to_stay
So_Ill_bid_farewell_in_the_night_and_be_gone
Oh_every_thought_that_strung_a_knot_in_my_mind
I_might_go_insane_if_it_couldnt_be_sprung
But_its_not_to_stand_naked_under_unknown_(unknowin?)_eyes
Its_for_myself_and_my_friends_my_stories_are_sung
But_the_time_aint_tall_if_on_time_you_depend
And_no_word_is_possessed_by_no_special_friend
And_though_the_line_is_cut_it_aint_quite_the_end
Ill_just_bid_farewell_till_we_meet_again
Oh_a_false_clock_tries_to_tick_out_my_time
To_disgrace,_distract_and_bother_me
And_the_dirt_of_gossip_blows_into_my_face
And_the_dust_of_rumors_covers_me
But_if_the_arrow_is_straight_and_the_point_is_slick
It_can_pierce_through_the_dust_no_matter_how_thick
So_Ill_make_my_stand_and_remain_as_I_am
And_bid_farewell_and_not_give_a_damn
C/G=332010
G6_=3X200X
G7_=3X300X
Csus4=X33010
F/C=X33211
Gsus4/B=X2001X
Am/G=3X2210
f=1XXXXX__passing_note
g=3XXXXX__passing_note
Harmonica_played_cross_harp_(blues_style)--use_key_of_A
Note:_played_with_no_strict_time,_very_freely.__Also_played
freely_are_the_strings_strummed_or_picked_for_each_chord,_varying
from_chord_to_chord_and_verse_to_verse.__Occasionally_some_chords
are_left_out,_played_with_a_different_root,_notes_hammered_etc.
submitted_by_Andrew_Mullins
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