k 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: Harla