en we were caught [trapped] <can't find> no track [for] <of> ours for they hang suspended As we listened one last time and we watched with one last look spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching <ones> whose wounds cannot be nursed or the countless confused accused misused strung out ones and worse and for every hung up person in the whole wide universe and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing [Byrds: dee dee...] dear_lan.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: zeroy@netcom.com (Roy M. Randall) DEAR LANDLORD Bob Dylan, 1968 C E7 Dear Landlord, please don't put a price on my soul, Am Am/G F Em Dm My burden is heavy, my dreams are beyond control. F F7 When that steamboat whistle blows, Bb I'm gonna give you all I got to give, C Dm7 C C7 And I do hope you receive it well, F Gm Dm F G Depending on the way you feel that you live. Dear Landlord, please heed these words that I speak, I know you've suffered much, but in this you are not so unique. All of us at times we might work too hard To have it too fast and too much, And anyone can fill his life up with things he can see But he just cannot touch. Dear Landlord, please don't dismiss my case, I'm not about to argue, I'm not about to move to no other place. Now each of us has his own special gift, And you know this was meant to be true, And if don't underestimate me, I won't underestimate you. -- Roy M. Randall, FG | Inconsequential Systems, Inc. | MORONS! I've got MORONS on my team! zeroy@netcom.com | desolati.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn) Desolation Row words and music by Bob Dylan D They're selling postcards of the hanging. G D They're painting the passports brown. A7 The beauty parlour's filled with sailors. G D The circus is in town. Here comes the blind commissoner. G D They've got him in a trance. A7 One hand's tied to the tightrope walker. G D The other is in his pants. G And the riot squad they're restless D They need some where to go. D A7 As lady and I look out tonight G D On Desolation Row. Cinderella she seem so easy. It takes on to know one she smiles. Then puts her hand in her back pocket, Betty davis style. Then in comes Romeo he's moaning. You Belong to me I believe. And someone says your in the wrong place my friend You better leave. And the only sound that's left After the ambulances go. Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row. Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortune telling lady Has already taken all her things inside. All except for Cane and Able And the Hunch Back of Notre Dame Everyone is making love Or else expecting rain And the good samaritan he's dressing He's gettin ready for the show. He's going to the carinval Tonight on Desolation Row. Now Ophelia she's 'neath the window. For her I feel so afraid. On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid. To her death is quite romantic. She wears an iron vest. Her profession's her religion, Her sin is her lifelessness. And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row. Einstien disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend a jealous monk. He looked so frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then went off sniffing drain pipes And reciting the alphabet. No you would not think to look at him That he was famous long ago For playing electric violin On Desolation Row. Doctor filth he keeps his word Inside a leather cup But all his sexless patients Are trying to blow it up. Now his nurse a local looser She's in charge of the cyanaide hole And she also keeps the cards that read Have mercy on his soul. They all play on penny whistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough >From Desolation Row Across the street they've nailed the curtains They're gettin ready for the feast The phantom of the opera A perfect image of a priest They're spoon feedin Casonova To get him to feel more assured Then they'll killed him with self confidence After poisoning him with words And the phantom shouting to skinning girls Get outta her don't you know Casanova is just being punished For going to Desolation Row. Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crews Round up everyone That knows more than they do. Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart attack machines Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men that go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero's Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody shouting Which side are you on And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot Fighting in the captains tower While calypso signers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes I received your letter yesterday About the time the door knob broke. When you asked me how I was Was that some kind of joke. All those people that you mention Yes I know them they're quite lame. I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name. Right now I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters no. Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row. Be seeing you, Kelwyn. _________ He said that's alright babe, I love you too. But we were Tangled Up In Blue. - Bob Dylan From: jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk (James Fryer) Subject: CRD: Dylan, Desolation Row D They're selling postcards of the hanging D G D They're painting the passports brown D A The beauty parlour's filled with sailors G D The circus is in town D Here comes the blind commissioner D G D They got him in a trance D A One hand is tied to the tightrope walker G D The other is in his pants D G And the riot squad they're restless D G They need somewhere to go D A As lady and I look out tonight A G D On desolation row Use Dsus4 as appropriate. Jim -- James Fryer / jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk / jim@cix.compulink.co.uk "The cat is the only H-bomb to drop and this robustness must stop" -- Lord Invader dignity.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: Fri, 19 Jan 1996 15:02:17 -1000 From: Harlan Leslie Thompson <harlant@hawaii.edu> DIGNITY- Bob Dylan TUNING: D A D F# A D D G D D7 Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel, thin man lookin' at his last meal G D G D Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield for dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass, young man lookin' in the shadows that pass Poor man lookin' through painted glass for dignity CHORUS #1: A Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve G D Somebody said dignity was the first to leave G F#m I went into the city, went into the town Em A A(2) Went into the land of the midnight sun Searchin' high, searchin' low, searchin' everywhere I know Askin' the cops wherever I go, "Have you seen Dignity?" Blind man breakin' out of a trance, puts both his hands in the pocket of chance Hopin' to find one circumstance of dignity I went to the wedding of Mary-lou, she said I don't want nobody see me talkin to you Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew about dignity CHORUS #2: I went down where the vultures feed I would've gone deeper, but there wasn't any need Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men, wasn't any difference to me Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade, house on fire, debts unpaid Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid, "Have you seen dignity?" Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors Lookin' into the lost forgotten years for dignity Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used He wanted money up front, said he was abused by dignity CHORUS #3: Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand, steps goin' down into tatoo land I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light, in the bordertowns of despair Got no place to fade, got no coat, I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote about dignity Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure, lookin' at his hands for the lines that were And into every masterpiece of literature for dignity Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind Combin his hair back his future looks thin Bites the bullet and he looks within for dignity CHORUS #4: Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed I went into the red, went into the black, into the valley of dry bone dreams So many roads, so much at stake, so many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity CHORDS: D D D7 G G A A(2) F#m Em D -7--0---4--12-5--7--12----4----2---- A -9--0---5--14-5--7--10----4----2---- F# -8--0---6--13-5--7--10----3----1---- D -0--0---0--0--5--7--0-----4----2---- A -0--0---0--0--5--7--0-----x----x---- D -0--0---0--0--5--7--0-----4----2---- From: jfair@vt.edu (John Fair) Dignity Words and Music By Bob Dylan Capo 1 D Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal G D Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield G D For dig-ni-ty D Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass young man lookin' in the shadows that pass G D poor man lookin' through painted glass G D For dignity A Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve G D Somebody said dignity was the first to leave G F#m I went into the city, went into the town Em A went into the land of the midnight sun D Searchin' high, searchin' low Searchin' everywhere I know G Askin' the cops wherever I go G D Have you seen Dignity? (et al.)=7F Blind man breakin' out of a trance Puts both his hands in the pocket of chance Hopin' to find one circumstance Of dignity I went to the wedding of Mary-lou She said " I don't want nobody see me talkin' to you" Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew About dignity I went down where the vultures feed I would've gone deeper, but there wasn't any need Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men Wasn't any difference to me Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade House on fire, debts unpaid Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid Have you seen dignity Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors Lookin' into the lost forgotten years For Dignity Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used He wanted money up front, said he was abused By dignity =09 Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand Steps goin' down into tatoo land I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light In the bordertowns of despair Got no place to fade, got no coat I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote About dignity Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were And into every masterpiece of literature=7F For dignity Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin Bites the bullet and he looks within For dignity Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed Dignity never been photographed I went into the red, went into the black Into the valley of dry bone dreams So many roads, So much at stake So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take To find dignity Roofing: John Fair jfair@vt.edu B-O-B rgilchri@vt.edu dirge.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson) Dirge - Bob Dylan ------------------- ('Planet waves' album) Gm Cm Gm Cm Dm Gm Dm Gm I hate myself for lovin' you And the weakness that I showed ... Dm Gm Dm Am You were just a painted face On a trip down Suicide Road. Bb Dm Gm The stage was set, the lights went out All around the old hotel Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm I hate myself for lovin' you And I'm glad the curtain fell. Dm Gm Dm Gm I hate that foolish game we played And the need that was expressed Dm Gm Dm Am And the mercy that you showed to me Whoever would have guessed Bb Dm Gm I went out on Lower Broadway And I felt that place within Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm That hollow place where martyrs weep And angels play with sin Dm Gm Dm Gm Heard your songs of freedom And man forever stripped Dm Gm Dm Am Acting out his folly While his back is being whipped Bb Dm Gm Like a slave in orbit He's beaten 'til he's tame Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm All for a moment's glory And it's dirty, rotten shame Dm Gm Dm Gm There are those who worship loneliness I'm not one of them Dm Gm Dm Am In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem Bb Dm Gm The crystal ball up on the wall Hasn't shown me nothing yet Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm I've paid the price of solitude But at least I'm out of debt Dm Gm Dm Gm Can't recall a useful thing You ever did for me Dm Gm Dm Am 'Cept pat me on the back one time When I was on my knees Bb Dm Gm We stared into each other's eyes 'Til one of us would break Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm No use to apologize What diff'rence would it make Dm Gm Dm Gm So sing your praise of progress And of the Doom Machine Dm Gm Dm Am The naked truth is still tabu Whenever it can be seen Bb Dm Gm Lady Luck who shines on me Will tell you where I'm at Bb Eb Bb Cm Gm I hate myself for lovin' you But I should get over that ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se dont_thi.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin) DON'T THINK TWICE, IT'S ALRIGHT by Bob Dylan G D Em It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe C G D It don't matter anyhow G D Em And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe A7 D D7 If you don't know by now. G G7 When the rooster crows at the break of dawn C A7 Look out your window and I'll be gone G D Em C You're the reason I'm travellin' on G D G D Don't think twice, it's alright. It ain't no use in turnin' on you light, babe A light I never knowed It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe I'm on the dark side of the road Still I wish there were something you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talkin' anyway So don't think twice, it's alright. I'm walkin' down that long lonesome road, babe Where I'm bound, I can't tell Goodbye is too good a word, gal So I'll just say, fare thee well. I'm not sayin' you treated me unkind You could have done better but I don't mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don't think twice, it's alright. It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal Like you never done before It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal I can't hear you anymore I'm a-thinkin' and a-wonderin' all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child I am told I'd give her my heart but she wanted my soul But don't think twice, it's alright. From: brandinius@aol.com (Brandinius) Subject: Re: CRD: Don't Think Twice It's Alright by Bob Dylan In article <Jul16.175140.73472@acs.ucalgary.ca>, jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin) writes: >DON'T THINK TWICE, IT'S ALRIGHT by Bob Dylan Uhh, I don't know how much of a purist you are, but those lyrics are sort of a combination of Peter, Paul and Mary's version and Dylan's. Here's the lyrics I have for Dylan's, straight off "The Freewheelin'" - Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, baby If'n you don't know by now And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It'll never do somehow When your rooster crows at the break of dawn, look out your window and I'll be gone you're the reason I'm a travelling on But don't think twice, it's all right And it ain't no use in turning on your light babe the light I never knowed and it ain't no use in turning on your light babe I'm on the dark side of the road Well I wish there was something you would do or say to try and make me change my mind and stay we never did too much talking anyway But don't think twice, it's all right So it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal like you never done before and it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal I can't hear you any more I'm a thinkin' and a wonderin', walkin' down the road I once loved a woman, a child I am told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul Don't think twice, it's all right So long honey babe where I'm bound, I can't tell goodbye is too good a word babe so I'll just say fare the well I ain't a sayin' you treated me unkind you coulda done better but, I don't mind you just kinda wasted my precious time Don't think twice, it's all right From: Paul Zimmerman <AUDSM@asuvm.inre.asu.edu> Don't Think Twice (by Bob Dylan) INTRO: C G Am Am C G C C VERSE 1: C G Am Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe, F C G If'n you don't know by now. C G Am It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe. D7 G7 It'll never do, some-how. C C7 When the rooster crows at the break of dawn F D7 look out your window and I'll be gone C G Am F You're the reason I'm travelin' on, C G C but don't think twice, it's al-right. VERSE 2: Ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe, That light I never knowed. Ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe, I'm on the dark side of the road. Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say, To try & make me change my mind and stay. We never did too much talkin' anyway, So don't think twice, it's all right. VERSE 3: It ain't no use in callin out my name, gal Like you never done before. It ain't no use in callin out my name, gal I can't hear anymore I'm sittin & a wonderin, walkin down the road I once loved a woman - a child I am told I give her my heart, but she wanted my soul but don't think twice, it's alright. VERSE 3: So lo-ong honey babe where I'm bound, I can't tell. Goodbye is too good a word babe. So I'll just say, "Fare thee well." I ain't sayin you treated me unkind You coulda done better but, I don't mind You just kind of wasted my precious time but don't think twice, it's alright. Thanks to the original poster. Peace, Paul Z From: jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk (James Fryer) Subject: CRD: Don't think twice it's alright (Bob Dylan) Don't Think Twice It's Alright ------------------------------ Bob Dylan C G Am Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe F C G If you don't know by now C G Am And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe D7 G G7 It don't matter any how C C7 When your rooster crows at the break of dawn F D7 Look out your window and I'll be gone C G/B Am F You're the reason I'm travelling on C G C But don't think twice it's alright And it ain't no use in turning on your light babe That light I never knowed And it ain't no use in turning on your light babe I'm on the dark side of the road I wish there was something you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay But we never did too much talking anyway So don't think twice it's alright And it ain't no use in calling out my name babe Like you never did before Ain't no use in calling out my name babe I can't hear you any more I'm thinking and a-wondering, walking down the road I once loved a woman, a child I'm told I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul But don't think twice it's alright I'm walking down that long lonesome road babe Where I'm bound I can't tell But goodbye is too good a word babe So I'll just say fare thee well I ain't saying you treated me unkind You could have doen better but I don't mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don't think twice it's alright Jim -- James Fryer jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk jim@cix.compulink.co.uk emotiona.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Received: from animal-farm.nevada.edu by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id <AA14262>; Sat, 14 Aug 1993 13:03:36 -0700 Received: from oosik.sprl.umich.edu by animal-farm.nevada.edu id <AA26580@animal-farm.nevada.edu>; Sat, 14 Aug 1993 13:03:34 -0700 Received: by oosik.sprl.umich.edu (NX5.67c/NX3.0M) id AA02731; Sat, 14 Aug 93 16:00:55 -0400 Date: Sat, 14 Aug 93 16:00:55 -0400 From: Paul M. Miller <miller@oosik.sprl.umich.edu> Message-Id: <9308142000.AA02731@oosik.sprl.umich.edu> Received: by NeXT.Mailer (1.87.1) Received: by NeXT Mailer (1.87.1) To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Subject: EmotionallyYours.CRD by Dylan.Bob Cc: scooter@pitts.sprl.umich.edu Emotionally Yours Bob Dylan Intro: C C/B Am F / C C/B F F C C/B Am F C C/B F F Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun. C C/B Am F C C/B F F Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me you're the one. Am F C F C G G11 G I could be learning, you could be yearning to see behind closed doors. C C/B Am F C G11 C C But I will always be emotionally yours. Come baby, rock me, come baby, lock me into the shadows of your heart. Come baby, teach me, come baby, reach me, let the music start. I could be dreaming but I keep believing you're the one I'm living for. And I will always be emotionally yours. Fmaj7 Fmaj7 C C It's like my whole life never happened, Fmaj7 Fmaj7 C C When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought. E7 E7 Am Am I know this dream, it might be crazy, D7 D7 G11 G But it's the only one I've got. Come baby, shake me, come baby, take me, I would be satisfied. Come baby, hold me, come baby, help me, my arms are open wide. I could be unraveling wherever I'm traveling, even to foreign shores. But I will always be emotionally yours. _________ (note: G11= 3x3211) everythi.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> EVERYTHING IS BROKEN- Bob Dylan E7 Broken lines, broken strings, broken threads, broken springs A7 E7 Broken idols, broken heads, people sleeping in broken beds B7 A7 Ain't no use jivin', ain't no use jokin' E7 Everything is broken Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts Broken words never meant to be spoken Everything is broken E7 Seems like every time you stop and turn around A7 Something else has just hit the ground Broken cutters, broken saws, broken buckles, broken laws Broken bodies, broken bones, broken voices on broken phones Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin' Everything is broken E7 Every time you leave and go off some place A7 Things fall to pieces in my face Broken hands on broken plows, broken treaties, broken vows Broken pipes, broken tools, people bending broken rules Hound dog howlin', bullfrog croakin' Everything is broken (from Oh Mercy!, 1989) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) forever_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> FOREVER YOUNG- Bob Dylan G May God bless and keep you always C G May your wishes all come true May you always do for others A A/G D And let others do for you G May you build a ladder to the stars C Am And climb on every rung G D C And may you stay forever young G D C G May you stay forever young May you grow up to be righteous May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you May you always be courageous Stand upright and be strong And may you stay forever young May you stay forever young May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful May your song always be sung May you stay forever young May you stay forever young (originally from Planet Waves, 1973. I listened to the version on Biograph to get these chords) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) fourth_t.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson) Fourth Time Around - Bob Dylan -------------------------------- ('Blonde on Blonde' album) F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf. Bb F Bb F Bb F And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, "What else you got left?" Am Gm It was then that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't forget, F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb Ev'rybody must give something back For something they get." F Bb F Bb F Bb F I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come. Bb F Bb F Bb F And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, "Don't get cute." Am Gm So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs, F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb And gallantly handed her My very last peice of gum. F Bb F Bb F Bb F She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ry-one walked. Bb F Bb F Bb F And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked. Am Gm I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense, F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against... F Bb F Bb F Bb F Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some. Bb F Bb F Bb F She said, "No, dear." I said, "Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum." Am Gm She screamed till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor, F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer. F Bb F Bb F Bb F And when I was through, I filled up my shoe And brought it to you. Bb F Bb F Bb F And you, you took me in, You loved me then, You didn't waste time. Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine. ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se froggie_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature Sat Sep 10 14:13:40 1994 From: steevess@shore.net (Scott E. Steeves) Date: 9 Sep 1994 22:05:17 -0400 Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature Subject: CRD: Dylan's "Froggie went..." This is Dylan's version of "Froggie went a courtin" I tried to get all the words corrected, but trying to figure out what Dylan is saying at any given time is not an easy task. I just hope I got them all right, if not well sorry. Have fun. C 1) Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride, ah hah G7 Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride, ah hah C Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride, F C G7 C With a sword and a pistol by his side, ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 2) He road right up to Miss Mousie's door, ah hah, (repeat) Gave three loud raps, and a bad big roar, ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 3) Said Miss Mouse, are you within' ah hah, (repeat) Yes I am, I sit and spin' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 4) Took Miss Mousie on his knee' ah hah (repeat) Said Miss Mousie, will you marry me' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 5) Without my Uncle Rat's concent' ah hah (repeat) I wouldn't marry the president' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 6) Uncle Rat laughed, and he shook his fat sides' ah hah (repeat) To think his niece, would be a bride' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 7) Uncle Rat went runnin, down town' ah hah (repeat) To buy his niece, a wedding gown' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 8) Where shall the wedding supper be' ah hah (repeat) Way down yonder, in the hollow tree' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 9) What shall the wedding supper be' ah hah (repeat) Fried Msquito, and a Black Eyed pea, ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 10) First to come in was a Flyin Moth' ah hah (repeat) She layed out, the table cloth' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 11) Next to come in was a Juney Bug' ah hah (repeat) She brought, the water jug' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 12) Next to come in was a Bumbly Bee' ah hah (repeat) Sat Ms,Qutio on his Knee' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 13) Next to come in was a Broken Back Flea' ah hah (repeat) Danced a jig, with the Bumbly bee' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 14) Next to come in was Mrs. Cow' ah hah (repeat) She tried to dance, but she didn't know how' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 15) Next to come in was a Little Black Tic' ah hah (repeat) She ate so much, made her sick ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 16) Next to come in was the Big Black Snack' ah hah (repeat) Ate up all of the wedding cake' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 17) Next to come in was the Old Gray Cat' ah hah (repeat) Swallowed the mouse, and ate up the rat' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 18) Mr.Frog went a-hoppin, up over the broke' ah hah (repeat) A Lily White Dove, came and swallowed him up' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah 19) Little piece of Corn Bread, layin on the shelf' ah hah (repeat) If you want anymore, you can sing it yourself' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah george_j.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From uunet!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 Fri Sep 4 15:56:27 PDT 1992 Article: 2017 of alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!wupost!waikato.ac.nz!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: Tab : George Jackson - Dylan Message-ID: <1992Sep4.182503.652@csc.canterbury.ac.nz> From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn) Date: 4 Sep 92 18:25:01 +1200 Reply-To: k.osborn@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz Organization: University of Canterbury, Christchurch, New Zealand. Nntp-Posting-Host: cantua.canterbury.ac.nz X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL3 Lines: 60 George Jackson By Bob Dyaln G D I woke up this morning, C Am There were tears in my bed. G D They killed a man I really loved, C Am Shot him through the head. G D C Am Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down. G D C G Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground. Sent him off to prison, For a seventy dollar robbery. Closed the door behind him, And they threw away the key. Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground He wouldn't take shit from noone, He wouldn't bow down or kneel. The authorities they hated him, Beacuse he was just too real. Lord Lord so they cut George Jackson down. Lord Lord they laid him in the ground. The prison guards they cursed him, As they watched him from above. But they were frightened of his power, They were scared of his love. Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground. Sometimes I think this whole world, Is one big prison yard. Some of us are prisoners, The rest of us are guards. Lord Lord they cut George Jackson down. Lord Lord they laid him in the ground. Be seeing you, Kelwyn. _________ He said that's alright babe, I love you too. But we were Tangled Up In Blue. - Bob Dylan girl_fro.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin) GIRL FROM THE NORTH COUNTRY by Bob Dylan G C D G Well, if you're travellin' in the north country fair, G Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline C G Remember me to one who lives there G C D G She once was a true love of mine. Well, if you go in the snowflake storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see she has a coat so warm To keep her from the howlin' winds. Please see for me if her hair hangs long If it rolls and flows all down her breast, Please see for me if her hair hangs long, That's the way I remember her best. I'm a wonderin' if she remembers me at all Many times I've often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day. So if you're travellin' in the north country fair, Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there, She once was a true love of mine. Date: Fri, 23 Feb 1996 16:08:58 -0500 (EST) From: "