Bob Dylan  * SONGS WITH CHORDS AND TABS *  a_hard_r.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL- Bob Dylan E A E Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son? E B Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? A E I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains A E I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways A E I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests A E I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans A E I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard E B E A And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard E B E A E And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall And what did you hear, my blue eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin' Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, who did you meet, my blue eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded with hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin' I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner's face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my song well before I start singin' And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a gonna fall (from The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, 1963) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) From: slehman@MIT.EDU Received: by pesto.MIT.EDU (5.57/4.7) id AA13580; Mon, 10 Jun 96 18:51:56 -0400 Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 18:51:55 EDT (forwarded message) I have downloaded the song of Bob Dylan A hard rain's gonna fall, and I think it has a problem I send you the (I think so) good one. Ibon ibongz@arrakis.es A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL- Bob Dylan E A E Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son? E B Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? A B E I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains A B E I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways A B E I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests A B E I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans A B E I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard E B E A And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard E B E A E And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall And so on .... abandone.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: erndog@leland.stanford.edu (Ernest Lee) Date: 30 Jun 1995 17:29:12 GMT I was right, I missed a verse. Here's a corrected version. Abandoned Love by Bob Dylan (from Biograph collection) Intro: G D G My heart is telling me, I love you still Verses: G Em I can see the turning of the key C D I've been deceived by the clown inside of me Bm C I thought that he was righteous but he's vain G D G Something's telling me, I wear the ball and chain (same chords throughout) My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost He's always off somewhere when I need him most The Spanish moon is rising on the hill But something's telling me, I love you still I come back to the town from the flaming ruins But when I see you in the street I begin to swoon I love to see you dress before the mirror Won't you let me in your room one time, before I finally disappear Everybody's wearing a disguise To hide what they've got left behind their eyes But me I can't cover what I am Wherever their children go, I'll follow them I'm marching the parade of liberty But as long as I love you I'm not free How long must I suffer such abuse Won't you let me see you smile, before I turn you loose I've given up the game I've got to leave The pot of gold is only make believe The treasure can't be found by men who search Who's gods are dead and whose queens are in the church We sat in an empty theater and we kissed I asked you please to cross me off your list My head tells me it's time to make a change But my heart is telling me, I love you but you're strange (Harmonica solo, same chords as verse) So one more time at midnight near the wall Take off your heavy makeup and your shawl Won't you descend from the throne from whence you sit And let me feel your love one more time, before I finally abandon it ------- -ern. absolute.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson) Absolutely Sweet Marie - Bob Dylan ------------------------------------ ('Blonde on Blonde' album) D D G A7 D Well, your railroadgate, you know I just can't jump it. G D A7 Sometimes it gets so hard, you see. D G A7 D Bm I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet, F#m D A7 with all these promises you left for me. G A7 D But where are you tonight, sweet Marie ? D G A7 D Well, I waited for you when I was half sick. G D A7 Yes I waited for you when you hated me. D G A7 D Bm Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic F#m D A7 When you knew I had some other place to be. G A7 D Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie ? Bb D Well, anybody can be just like me, obviosly, Bb D A7 But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately. D G A7 D Well, six white horses that you did promise me G D A7 Where finaly delivered down to the penitentiary. D G A7 D Bm But to live outside the law, you must be honest. F#m D A7 I know you always say that you agree, G A7 D But where are you tonight, sweet Marie ? D G A7 D Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed G D A7 That a man can't give his address out to bad company, D G A7 D Bm And now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad F#m D A7 In the ruins of your balcony, G A7 D Wond'ring where are you tonight, sweet Marie ? Bb D Well I don't know how it happened,But the riverboat captain,he knows my fate Bb D A7 But ev'rybody else, even yourself, they're just gonna have to wait. D G A7 D Well, I got the fever down in my pockets, G D A7 The Persian drunkard, he follows me. D G A7 D Bm Yes, I can take him to your house, but I can't unlock it. F#m D A7 You see, you forgot to leave me with the key. G A7 D Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie ? ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se aint_goi.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Received: from animal-farm.nevada.edu by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id ; Mon, 5 Apr 1993 07:29:08 -0700 Received: from maserati.eng.umd.edu by animal-farm.nevada.edu id ; Mon, 5 Apr 1993 07:29:06 -0700 Received: by maserati.eng.umd.edu (5.65c/IDA-1.4.4) id AA21512; Mon, 5 Apr 1993 10:29:03 -0400 Rcpt to:mailed to jamesb@nevada.edu Date: Mon, 5 Apr 1993 10:29:03 -0400 From: Ugo Piomelli Message-Id: <199304051429.AA21512@maserati.eng.umd.edu> To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Subject: Bob Dylan - You Ain't Going Nowhere (chords) You ain't going nowhere Bob Dylan G Am Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift C G The gates won't close, the railings froze Am Get your mind off wintertime C G You ain't going nowhere Ooo-wee, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair I don't care how many letters they sent The morning came and the morning went Pick up your money, pack up your tent, You ain't going nowhere Ooo-wee... Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to the tree with roots You ain't going nowhere Ooo-wee... Gengis Khan he could not keep All his kings supplied with sleep We'll climb that hill no matter how steep When we get up to it Ooo-wee... ************************************************************************* Ugo Piomelli "Teachers, are my lessons done? Associate Professor I cannot do another one" Dept. of Mechanical Engineering They laughed and laughed and said University of Maryland "Child, are your lessons done?" College Park, MD 20742 Leonard Cohen ************************************************************************* all_alon.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From stevep@snowhite.cis.uoguelph.ca (Steve Portigal) Subject: CRD: Watchtower (Dylan) & REQ: Watchtowr (Jimi) Date: 27 Feb 1993 20:39:42 -0600 here's the chords for Dylan's All Along the Watchtower. Could someone please substitute the Hendrix chords instead? Personally, that's my favourite version. Steve Title: ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER (Bob Dylan) Am G F G Am (play it forever) There must be some kind of way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Buisness men they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None would ever compromise Nobody of this world No reason to get excited The thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I we've been through that And this is not our place So let us stop talking falsely now The hour's getting late All along the watchtower Princess kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants too Outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl All along the watchtower All along the watchtower All along the watchtower From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson) ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER - Bob Dylan -------------------------------------- ('John Wesley Harding' album) Bm/A G A Bm There must be some way out of here, Bm/A G A Bm said the joker to the thief, etc etc baby_ain.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# >From: davies@ils.nwu.edu (Brian Davies) >Subject: CRD: Dylan's "Baby Ain't That Fine" >Date: Wed, 18 Dec 1996 16:58:42 -0600 Here's guitar tablature for another outtake from "The Basement Tapes". For those of you scoring at home, this is piece number 5, not including a newer version of Rock Salt And Nails, which should supplant the previous version. Question marks indicate lyrics that I'm unsure of. Any help on that front would be greatly appreciated. (I'm also still missing pieces of "One Single River" and "I Don't Hurt Anymore", if there are any good samaritans out there.) I you find this useful, please drop me a line. - Brian BABY AIN'T THAT FINE by Bob Dylan (?) Transcribed by Brian Davies Comments and corrections to davies@ils.nwu.edu [Bb] . . . ??? [Bb] The bells are golden chimes [Bb] The sun is going to shine [Bb] Before this ??? Baby ain't that [F] fine. Baby ain't that [Bb] fine. Baby ain't that [F] fine. Baby ain't that [Bb] fine. [Bb] [Bb] [Bb] [Bb] Hey, la la la Baby ain't that [F] fine. Baby ain't that [Bb] fine. [Eb] I get a little ? tingle up and down my [Bb] spine. [C] I ??? every time you say you're [F] mine. [Bb] You're gonna be my baby, [Bb] I'm a-gonna be your guy. [Bb] We're gonna cook some lovin'. [Bb] It's a-gonna sizzle and fry. Chorus baby_im_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Andrew Mullins Subject: CRD: Baby I'm in the Mood for You Baby I'm in the Mood for You Bob Dylan from the album Biograph (previously unreleased song) G Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna milk my milk cow low C G Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna leave my lonesome home G B7 C Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna hit that highway road G D G C But then again and again I said oh oh oh G D G Oh Babe I'm in the mood for you Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna turn my back to the wall Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna live in my pony stall Sometimes I'm in the mood I ain't gonna do nothin at all But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change my house around Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change the things in the town Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change the whole world around But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you Sometimes I'm in the mood I'm gonna give away all my sins Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna walk the road again Sometimes I'm in the mood and I'm bound to lose again But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said Oh babe, sometimes I'm in the mood for you The intro if I remember is a hammering/picking thing between G, G6, G/B. The harmonica part is a riot (it's the only reason I play this fairly silly tune), if you have a G harp. mullins@artsci.concordia.ca blind_wi.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson BLIND WILLIE McTELL- Bob Dylan Dm A Dm Seen the arrow on the doorpost Dm A Dm Saying this land is condemned A C G Bb C Dm All the way from New Orleans to Jeruselem Dm A Dm I travelled to East Texas Dm A Dm Where many martyrs fell A C G And I know no one can sing the blues Bb C Dm Like Blind Willie McTell Well I heard that hooter singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above the barren trees Were his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens Can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell See them big plantations burning Hear the cracking of the whips Smell that sweet magnolia blooming See the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a moaning Hear that undertaker's bell Nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell There's a woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He's dressed up like a squire Bootleg whiskey in his hand There's a chain gang on a highway I can hear them rebels yell But I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell Well God is up in Heaven And we are what was his But power,greed and corruptable seed Seem to be all that there is I'm gazing out the window of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell (originally done around 1983, released as part of The Bootleg Series, 1-3) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) blowin_i.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: HCHA8904593X@lust1.latrobe.edu.au (PERRETT, ANDREW) Blowing in the wind; Bob dylan D G D G How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a A4 A D G D man ? Yes n how many seas must a white dove sail before she C A4 A D G D sleeps in the sand Yes n ahow many times must the cannon G A4 A balls fly before they're forever banned Chorus G A D F# Bm G The answer my friend is blowing in the wind the answer is A D blowing in the wind D G D G A4 How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky A D G D G Yes n how many ears must one man have before he can hear A4 D G D people cry Yes n how many deaths will it take till he know G A4 A that too many people have died Chorus D G D G How many years can a mountain exist before its washed to the A4 A D G D sea Yes n how many years can some people exist before G A4 A D G D they're allowed to be free? Yes n how many times can a man G A4 A turn his head pretending he just didnt see? Chorus slowly G A D The answer is blowing in the wind (yup here it is!) From: "Dag Rambraut,o92a" Blowing in the wind Bob Dylan Verse 1 C F C Am How many roads must a man walk down C F G7 Before you can call him a man? C F C Am How many seas must a white dove sail C F G7 Before she sleeps in the sand? C F C Am And how many times must the cannonballs fly C F G7 Before they've forever banned? Chorus F G7 C E7 Am The answer my friend is blowing in the wind F G7 C The answer is blowing in the wind. (The 2. and 3. verse goes just the same as the 1.) Verse 2 How many times must a man look up Before ha can see the sky? How many tears must hehave shed Before he vcan hear the peopla cry? How many wars will it take till he learns that too many peopla have died. (Repeat Chorus) Verse 3 How many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? How many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? And how many times can a man turn his head Pretending he just doesn't see? (Repeat Chorus) |---------------------------------------------------------------| | //---\ //----// //-----\ | | | // // //____// // ___ | dagr@edb.tih.no | | //____// // // //______// | | |---------------------------------------------------------------| | A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step | | |---------------------------------------------------------------| IF ANNYBODY HAS SOME STUFF OF THESE AND SIMILAR GROUPS, MAIL'EM TO ME, THANKS. TESLA, METALLICA, EXTREME, MANOWAR and so on........ From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin) BLOWIN' IN THE WIND by Bob Dylan C F C How many roads must a man walk down C F G Before you call him a man C F C Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail F G Before she sleeps in the sand? C F C Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannonballs fly F G Before they are forever banned? F G The answer my friend C Is blowin' in the wind F G C The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? How many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head Pretending he just doesn't see? ************************************************************************ * "Here's a song that I like to play. * * Print it out, play it and pass it around. * * If you like it, send me one of your favourites." * * * * Jeffrey Goffin Internet: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca * * Calgary, Alberta, Canada FidoNet: 1:134/160 * ************************************************************************ buckets_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: pjoe@charon.muc.de (Peter Eybert) Buckets of rain (Bob Dylan, Blood on the tracks) --------------- G6 D G6 D Buckets of rain, buckets of tears, G6 D G6 D got all them buckets comin' out of my ears. G D Buckets of moonbeams in my hand, A G F#m A7/E D I got all the love, honey baby, you can stand. I been meek and hard like an oak, I seen pretty people disappear like smoke. Friends will arrive, friends will disappear, if you want me, honey baby, I'll be here. Like your smile and your fingertips, like the way that you move your lips. I like the cool way you look at me, everything about you is bringing me misery. Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain't no monkey but I know what I like. I like the way you love me strong and slow, I'm taking you with me, honey baby, when I go. Life is sad, life is a bust, all you can do is do what you must. You do what you must do and you do it well, I'll do it for you, honey baby, can't you tell. Hope this helps, Peter. -- ____________________________________________________________ Peter Eybert pjoe@charon.muc.de (NeXTMail welcome) -- From: Harlan L Thompson BUCKETS OF RAIN- Bob Dylan TUNING: D A D F# A D or E B E G# B E E Esus E2 Esus E Buckets of rain, buckets of tears E Esus E2 Esus E Got all them buckets coming out of my ears A E A/E E Buckets of moonbeams in my hand B A G#m11 F#m11 E A/E E You got all the love honey baby I can stand I've been meek, and hard like an oak I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke Friends will arrive, friends will disappear If you want me, honey baby I'll be here I like the smile in your fingertips I like the way that you move your hips I like the cool way you look at me Everything about you is bringing me misery Little red wagon, little red bike I ain't no monkey but I know what I like I like the way you love me strong and slow I'm taking you with me honey baby when I go Life is sad, life is a bust All you can do is do what you must You do what you must do, and you do it well I'll do it for you, honey baby can't you tell? CHORDS: E Esus E2 A A6 B C#m11 F#m11 D6+9 Abm7+5 E 0 2 4 5 5 7 4 2 10 12 B 0 0 0 5 7 7 0 0 7 9 G# 0 1 3 5 5 7 3 1 9 10 E 0 0 0 5 5 7 4 2 0 0 B 0 0 0 5 5 7 0 0 E 0 0 0 5 5 7 0 0 NOTE: I'm not really that sure about this one, I just know it sounds much better than playing it in standard version. This is just a general outline- listen to the record to really get it. Also, it's hard to explain, but you need to slide on and off the 000102 and 000304 shapes when they appear. FROM: Blood on the Tracks, 1975. changing.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: Sun, 28 Jan 96 15:33:49 EST From: Winston Campbell Subject: CHANGING OF THE GUARDS by Bob Dylan Intro: Ab Fm Sixteen years, Ab Eb Fm Sixteen banners united over the fields Db Eb While the good shepherd grieves Fm Ab Eb Desperate men, desperate women divided, Fm Db Eb Ab Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves. Fm Fortune calls. Ab Eb Fm I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace, Db Eb Fm Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down. Ab Eb Fm She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born, Db Eb Ab On midsummer's eve, near the tower. (Interlude) Fm The cold-blooded moon. Ab Eb The captain waits above the celebration Fm Db Eb Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid Fm Ab Eb Whose ebony face is beyond communication. Fm Db Eb Ab The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid. Fm They shaved her head. Ab Eb She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo. Fm Db Eb A messenger arrived with a black nightingale. Fm Ab Eb I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow, Fm Db Eb Ab Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil. (Interlude) Fm I stumbled to my feet. Ab Eb I rode past destruction in the ditches Fm Db Eb With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo. Fm Ab Eb Renegade priests and treacherous young witches Fm Db Eb Ab Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you. Fm The palace of mirrors Ab Eb Where dog soldiers are reflected, Fm Db Eb The endless road and the wailing of chimes, Fm Ab Eb The empty rooms where her memory is protected, Fm Db Eb Ab Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times. (Interlude) Fm She wakes him up Ab Eb Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking Fm Db Eb Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks. Fm Ab Eb She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking Fm Db Eb Ab He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks. Fm Gentlemen, he said, Ab Eb Fm I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes, Db Eb I've moved your mountains and marked your cards Fm Ab Eb But Eden is burning, either get brave for elimination Fm Db Eb Ab Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards. (Interlude) Fm Peace will come Ab Eb Fm With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire Db Eb Fm But will offer no reward when her false idols fall Ab Eb Fm And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating Db Eb Ab Between the King and the Queen of Swords. Fm Ab Eb Fm... The "Interlude" (that the sax plays) is: Ab Eb Db Ab E -6-8-9-8-8~----6-6~----4-4~--(repeat 3 times)---||-6p4-4---4~--|| B ------------------------------------------------||-------6-----|| G ------------------------------------------------||-------------|| D ------------------------------------------------||-------------|| A ------------------------------------------------||-------------|| E ------------------------------------------------||-------------|| One word of note: It is much easier to play this song with a capo on the first fret (i.e. play Em G D Em C D... while the 1st fret is fretted). This makes it more easier and does not make the guitar sound too choppy. Also: (DON'T YOU JUST LOVE THOSE LYRICS) chimes_o.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Len Moskowitz Subject: CRD: "Chimes of Freedom" (Dylan/Byrds version, full lyrics) Chimes of Freedom (Bob Dylan) Lyrics are from Dylan's "Another Side of Bob Dylan." This version is from Roger McGuinn's latest (5/23/95) live shows, per my recollection. The 12-string guitar is tuned down 1/2 step. The variations between Dylan and The Byrds are shown in brackets -- square for Dylan's lyrics that The Byrds/McGuinn left out and pointy for those they added. Chord Tab: G C9 C9/B C D Am E 3 3 3 0 2 0 B 3 3 3 1 3 1 G 0 0 0 0 2 2 D 0 2 0 2 0 2 A 2 3 2 3 x 0 E 3 x x x x x Intro: G C C/B D Dsus4 C D G (notes: B C D G...) G C9 Far between the sundown's finish G C9 and midnights broken toll G we ducked inside C9 D G (notes: B C D G...) the doorway [as] thunder [went] crashing G C9 As majestic bells of bolts G C9 struck shadows in the sounds G C9 D G seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing (notes on low E string and open D: G F# E D...) D Flashing for the warriors G C9 G whose strength is not to fight C9 C9/B flashing for the refugees Am D of the unarmed road of flight G C9 and for each and every underdog G C9 soldier in the night G C9 D G (notes: B C D G...) and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing [The Byrds skipped the next few verses] There are cities melted furnace unexpectedly we watched with faces hidden as the walls were tightening As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain dissolved into the bells of the lightning Tolling for the rebel tolling for the rake tolling for the luckless they are bound and damned forsaked tolling for the outcasts burning constantly at stake and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Through the mad mystic hammering and the wild ripping hail the sky cracked its farms in naked wonder As the clanging of the church bells blew far into the breeze leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle striking for the kind striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind and the poet and painter far behind his rightful time and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing In the wild cathedral evening the rain unravelled tales for a disrobed faceless farms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts all down and taken for granted situations Tolling for the deaf and blind tolling for the mute for a mistreated maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute for the misdemeanor outlaw chained and cheated by pursuit and we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing [The Byrds pick it up here] Even though the cloud's white curtain in a far off corner [flowered] and the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light<s> still struck like arrows fired but [further ones] <for the ones> condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones on their speechless seeking trail for the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale and for each unharmful gentle soul misplaced inside a jail and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing [Byrds/McGuinn: C C9/B D dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee C C9/B D G dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee-duh] Starry eyes and laughing as I recall wh