n L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> LIKE A ROLLING STONE- Bob Dylan G Am7 Once upon a time, you dressed so fine G/B C D D7 Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn't you? G Am7 G/B People call, say "Beware, doll, you're bound to fall" C D D7 You thought they were all kiddin' you C D C D You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out C G/B Am7 G C G/B Am7 G But now you don't talk so loud, Now you don't seem so proud Am C D D7 About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal D G C D D G C D How does it feel? How does it feel D G C D D G C D To be without a home Like a complete unknown D G C D7 Like a rollin' stone You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it You never had to live out on the street But now you're gonna have to get used to it You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulders a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home A complete unknown, like a rolling stone You never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you Never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You said you'd never compromise With the Mystery Tramp but now you realize He's not selling any alibis, as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And he says, "Do you want to make a deal?" How does it feel? How does it feel? To have to be on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now he calls you you can't refuse When you got nothin' you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal How does it feel? Aaah, how does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone NOTE: Just a squished up version of previous postings. Believe it or not, with the powers of word processor margin manipulation I can get this onto one page. (from Highway 61 Revisited, 1965) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) love_min.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> LOVE MINUS ZERO/NO LIMIT- Bob Dylan D A G My love, she speaks like silence D A Without ideals or violence G D She doesn't have to say she's faithful Em7 A A6 A7 Yet she's true like ice, like fire D A G People carry roses D A And make promises by the hour G D My love she laughs like the flowers Em A7 D Valentines can't buy her In the dime stores and bus stations People talk of situations Read books, repeat quotations Draw conclusions on the wall Some speak of the future My love, she speaks softly She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all The cloak and dagger dangles Madams light the candles In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge Statues made of matchsticks Crumble into one another My love winks she does not bother She knows too much to argue or to judge The bridge at midnight trembles The country doctor rambles Bankers' nieces seek perfection Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring The wind howls like a hammer The night wind blows cold n' rainy My love, she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing Em7: 0 2 2 0 3 0 A6: x 0 2 2 2 2 A7: x 0 2 2 2 3 (from Bringing It All Back Home, 1965) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) maggies_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: Fri, 19 Jan 1996 18:22:25 -0500 (EST) From: "Kelvin W. Sherlock" <ksherloc@moose.uvm.edu> Subject: bob dylan crd: Maggie's Farm Intro: G G I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more G No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more G Well, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rain G I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane Em D It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor G I-- ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more No I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime He asks you with a grin if you're having a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more Well he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Well she talks to all the servants about Man and God and Law Everybody says she's the brains behind Pa She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I try my best to be just like I am But everybody wants you to be just like them They say sing while you slave, but I just get bored I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Kelvin Sherlock ksherloc@moose.uvm.edu masters_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## ~From: jgladman@uoguelph.ca (Julie R Gladman) corrected lyrics: "Benjamin L. Weiss" <weis0010@gold.tc.umn.edu> This is my approximation of how this song is played: Masters of War -- Bob Dylan Am Am7 Am Am Am Am7 Am Come you masters of war Am Am Am7 Am You that build the big guns Am Am Am7 Am You that build the death planes Am Am Am7 Am You that build all the bombs Am Am Am7 Am You that hide behind walls Am Am Am7 Am You that hide behind desks Am C G F Am Am7 Am I just want you to know I can see through your masks And the song just continues in that vein for the rest of the verses: You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy You play with my world like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old you lie and deceive A world war can't be won, and you want me to believe But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain Like I see through the water that runs down my drain You that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled Fear to bring children into the world For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins How much do I know to talk out of turn You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never forgive what you do Let me ask you one question: is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could? I think you will find when your death takes its toll All the money you made won't ever buy back your soul And I hope that you die and your death will come soon I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead *Corrections to lyrics or chords would be most welcome.* -- *"Do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real and* *in the present tense? Or that everybody's on the stage and it* *seems like you're the only person sitting in the audience?"* * -Ian Anderson * * Something to think about, * * Julie Gladman jgladman@uoguelph.ca * Date: Tue, 9 Apr 96 21:24:06 PDT From: np95fc@mail.telepac.pt (Dolo) Subject: TAB: Masters of War by Bob Dylan Masters of War I tried playing the version on Harmony Central. This is my own representation from that. Still, it's very simplified. Key: P - pull off from previous note H - hammer on ^ - upstroke " - downstroke The cords are generally the same all through the song, they are: " " " ^ " ^ "+H " " ^ " ^ "+H -------|-------------------------------------------- -----1-|-1--1--0--0--0--1-------1--1--0--0--0--1---- -----2-|-2--2--2--2--2--2-------2--2--2--2--2--2---- etc.etc. -----2-|-2--2--2--2--2--2-------2--2--2--2--2--2---- -------|-------------------------------------------- -------|-------------------------------------------- ^Play this only ^On this one, Hammer on the first fret on the once at the second string. beggining Open in WordPad. meet_me_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> MEET ME IN THE MORNING- Bob Dylan TUNING: D A D F# A D or E B E G# B E A/E E riff A/E E riff A/E E riff A/E E riff 2 E A/E A E riff 2 A/E E riff 2 A/E Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabashaw A Asus A E E riff A/E E riff A/E Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabashaw B B Bb A Honey we could be in Kansas E E riff A/E E riff A/E By the time the snow begins to thaw They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn Honey you wouldn't know it by me Every day's been darkness since you've been gone Little rooster crowing, there must be something on his mind Little rooster crowing, there must be something on his mind Well I feel just like that rooster Honey you treat me so unkind Well I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fire from above Well I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fire from above Well you know I even outrun the hound dog Honey you know I earned your love Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship Ain't that just like my heart babe When you kiss my lips E riff: E riff 2: E -3(bend up)-0---0- -3/12-12-12-- B --------------3--- ------------- G# ------------------ -3/12-------- E ------------------ ------------- B ------------------ ------------- E ------------------ ------------- CHORDS: E A/E A B Bb Asus E 0 0 5 7 6 5 B 0 2 5 7 6 5 G# 0 1 5 7 6 6 E 0 0 5 7 6 5 B 0 2 5 7 6 7 E 0 0 5 7 6 5 FROM: Blood on the Tracks, 1975. moonshin.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> MOONSHINER- Bob Dylan Bm G D A I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years Bm G D A I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer G A D G I go to some hollow and set up my still Bm G D And if whiskey don't kill me A Then I don't know what will I go to some barroom and drink with my friends When the women can't follow and see what I spent God bless them pretty women How I wish they was mine Their breath is as sweet as The dew on the vine Let me eat when I'm hungry Let me drink when I'm dry Give me dollar when I'm hard up Religion when I die The whole world's a bottle And life's just a dram When a bottle gets empty It sure ain't worth a damn (originally done around 1963 as a cover, this was released on the Bootleg Series, 1-3) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) most_lik.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson) Most Likely You Go Your Way and I'll Go Mine - Bob Dylan ---------------------------------------------------------- ('Blonde on Blonde' album) G G G G Am G You say you love me And you're thinkin' of me, But you know you could be wrong. Am G You say you told me That you wanna hold me, But you know you're not that strong. Bm Am I just can't do what I done before, I just can't beg you anymore. G I'm gonna let you pass D And I'll go last. G Bm C G C D D9 Then time will tell just who fell And who's been left behind, (no chord) G When you go yor way and I go mine. Am G You say you disturb me And you don't deserve me, But you know sometimes you lie. Am G You say you're shakin' And you're always achin', But you know how hard you try. Bm Am Sometimes it gets so hard to care, It can't be this way ev'ry-where. G And I'm gonna let you pass, D Yes, and I'll go last. G Bm C G C D D9 Then time will tell just who fell And who's been left behind, (no chord) G When you go yor way and I go mine. Em D The judge, he holds a grudge, He's gonna call on you. Em D But he's badly built And he walks on stilts, Watch out he don't fall on you. Am G You say you're sorry For tellin' stories That you know I believe are true. Am G You say ya got some Other kinda lover And yes, I believe you do. Bm Am You say my kisses are not like his, But this time I'm gonna tell you why that is. G I'm just gonna let you pass, D Yes, and I'll go last. G Bm C G C D D9 Then time will tell who fell And who's been left behind, (no chord) G G G When you go yor way and I go mine. ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se most_of_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Date: Fri, 29 Sep 95 16:11:18 EDT From: Winston Campbell <jieuryli@eden.rutgers.edu> Subject: MOST OF THE TIME by Bob Dylan Most of the Time (from -Oh Mercy-) (by Bob Dylan) Intro: C F C F C F Most of the time, I~m okay, focused all around C F Most of the time, I can keep both feet on the ground Am I can follow the path F I can read the sign Am Stay right with it F When the road unwinds C F I can handle whatever I stumble upon Am F I don~t even notice, she gone C F C F Most of the time C F Most of the time, it~s well understood C F Most of the time, I wouldn~t change it if I could Am I can make it all magic F I can hold my own Am I can deal with this situation F Right down to the bone C F I can survive and I can endure Am F And I don~t even think about her C F C F Most of the time C F Most of the time, my head is on straight C F Most of the time, I~m strong enough not to hate Am I don~t build up illusion F Til it makes me sick Am I ain~t afraid of confusion F No matter how thick C F I can smile in the face of mankind Am F Don~t even remember what her lips felt like on mine C F C F Most of the time Am Most of the time C She ain~t even in my mind Am I wouldn~t know if I saw her C She~s that far behind E Most of the time Am I can~t even be sure E If she was ever with me Am G Or if I was ever with her C F Most of the time, I~m half ways content C F Most of the time, I know exactly where it all went Am I don~t cheat on myself F I don~t run and hide Am Hide from the feelings F That are buried inside C F I don~t compromise and I don~t pretend Am F I don~t even care if I ever see her again C F C F Most of the time (fade to end chords: C F C F) mr_bojan.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # From: Rabea Brauer <rbrauer@runet.edu> Subject: Mr Bojangles Date: Sun, 18 Feb 1996 22:19:10 -0500 (EST) This is what my friend Antje (who has no clue that I am posting it) and I got out of the great, greater, the greatest Bob Dylan version (from the "Dylan" album: C Em I knew a man Bojangles Am A7 And he'd dance for you F G G7 In worn out shoes C Em The silver hair, a ragged shirt Am A7 And baggy pants F G G7 The old soft shoe F G E7 Am A7 He'd jump so high, jump so high D9 G G7 Then he'd lightly touch down Am G Am G Am G C Em Am C Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance The rest of the song follows the same pattern. The lyrics I am posting are the original J.J. Walker lyrics, Dylan made a slight change here and there. I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was down and out He looked to (Dylan: at) me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life Then he laughed - slepped his leg a step He said the name Bojangles then he danced a lick 'Cross the cell He grabbed his pants,(Dylan: for) a better stance Oh (Dylan: then) he jumped so high He clicked his heels He let go laugh, let go laugh Shook back his cloth all around Mr. Bojangles (3x) Dance He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the south Spoke with tears of 15 years How his dog 'n him travelled about His dog up and died, his dog up and died After 20 years he still grieves He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks For drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars 'Cause (Dylan: For) I drinks a bit He shook his head, and he shook his head I heard someone ask "Please" Mr. Bojangles (3x) Dance Dance mr_tambo.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin) MR. TAMBOURINE MAN by Bob Dylan F G C F Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, F C F G I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to. F G C F Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, C F G C In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. F G C F Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand, C F Vanished from my hand, C F G Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. F G C F My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, C F I have no one to meet, C F G And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship. My senses have been stripped, May hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, Into my own parade. Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, It's just escaping on the run, And but for the sky there are no fences facing. And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme, To your tambourine in time. It's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing. Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind. Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted frightened trees, Out to the windy bench, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, Circled deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. ************************************************************************ * "Here's a song that I like to play. * * Print it out, play it and pass it around. * * If you like it, send me one of your favourites." * * * * Jeffrey Goffin Internet: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca * * Calgary, Alberta, Canada FidoNet: 1:134/160 * ************************************************************************ From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> MR. TAMBOURINE MAN- Bob Dylan CHORUS: G A D G Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me G D G Em A I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to G A D G Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me D G Em A D In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you G A D G Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand D G Vanished from my hand D G Em A Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping G A D G My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet D G I have no one to meet D G Em A And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming ...CHORUS Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship My senses have been stripped My hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it...CHORUS Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun It's not aimed at anyone It's just escaping on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facing And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time It's just a ragged clown behind I wouldn't pay it any mind It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing ...CHORUS Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted frightened trees Out to the windy bench Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow ...CHORUS (from Bringing It All Back Home, 1965) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) my_back_.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon) Title: MY BACK PAGES (B. Dylan) E E5 E E5 E C#m G#m A B E E5 Crimson flames run through my years, flowing high & mighty trapped E C#m G#m A B Countless fire and flaming rope, using ideas as my map C#m G#m A B We'll meet our own edges soon said I, proud me beaded brow E A E CHORUS: Ah but I was so much older then A B E E5 E E5 I'm younger than that now. E C#m G#m A B E E5 Half ripe prejudice leapt forth, rip down all hate I scream E C#m G#m A B Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed C#m G#m A B Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow CHORUS E C#m G#m A B E E5 In a soldiers stance I aim my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach E C#m G#m A B During night I become my enemy in the instant that I preach C#m G#m A B Sisters fled by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow CHORUS E C#m G#m A B E E5 The guard stood hard when abstract prints too nobel to neglect E C#m G#m A B Deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect C#m G#m A B Good and bad I define these terms, why clear, no doubt, somehow. From: tash@warp.atcon.com (Tony Ash) Subject: Re: Bob Dylan\My Back Pages MY BACK PAGES (Dylan) D Bm G D Crimson flames tied through my ears G D Em7 A7 Rollin' high and mighty traps... D Bm G D Pounced with fire on flaming roads G D Em7 A7 Using i-deas as my maps... D F#m G D "We'll meet on edges, soon said," I, Em7 A7 Em7 A7 Proud 'neath heated brow... D D7 G D Ah, but I was so much older then Em7 A7 G D I'm young-er than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "Rip down all hate," I screamed, Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull I dreamed. Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Girl's faces formed the forward path >From phony jealousy, To memorizing politics Of ancient history. Flung down by corpse evangelist Unthought of, though, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. A self-ordained professor's tongue Too serious to fool Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school. "Equality," I spoke the word As if a wedding vow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach. My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect. Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. ....I think Dylan did it in Eb... ....The Byrds left out the 3rd and 4th verse in their rendition... ....Amazing isn't it; a song thirty years old and still just as relevant today. Compliments of Tony Ash(tash@warp.atcon.com)  --=====================_799358827==_ Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Regards---Tony Ash --=====================_799358827==_-- new_morn.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> NEW MORNING- Bob Dylan A D A D Can't you hear that rooster crowin'? A G#m Rabbit runnin' down across the road A/G F#m D A Underneath the bridge where the water flowed through CHORUS: Bm C#m So happy just to see you smile Bm7 E Underneath the sky of blue A D A D On this new morning, new morning A D A D A D On this new morning with you Can't you hear that motor turnin'? Automobile comin' into style Comin' down the road for a country mile or two BRIDGE: G F#m7 The night passed away so quickly G E It always does when you're with me Can't you feel that sun a shinin'? Ground hog runnin' by the country stream This must be the day that all of my dreams come true CHORUS TWICE New morning . . . F#m7: 2 4 2 2 2 2 A/G: 3 0 2 2 2 0 Bm7: 2 2 4 2 3 2 (from New Morning, 1970) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) nobody_c.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> NOBODY 'CEPT YOU- Bob Dylan F C F There's nothing 'round here to me that's sacred Dm Bb 'Cept you, yeah you F C F There's nothing 'round here to me that matters Dm Bb 'Cept you, yeah you Bb You're the one that reaches me F You're the one that I admire Bb Every time we meet together F I feel like I'm on fire Bb Nothing matters to me F Dm And there's nothing I desire Bb Gm 'Cept you, yeah you Nothing 'round here I care to try for, 'cept you, yeah you Got nothing here to live or die for, except you, yeah you There's a hymn I used to hear In the churches all the time Make me feel so good inside So peaceful, so sublime And there's nothing that reminds me of that Old familiar chime, except you, yeah you BRIDGE: Bb Used to run in the cemetery F Dance and run and sing but I was a child C F And it never seemed strange Bb But now I just pass mournfully F By that place where bones of life are piled C F I know somethin' has changed I'm a stranger here and no one sees me, except you, yeah you Nothing any more seems to please me,except you, yeah you Nothing hypnotizes me Or holds me in a spell Everything runs by me Just like water from a well Everybody wants my attention Everybody's got something to sell Bb Gm Except you, yeah you F I'm in love with you! (originally done around the time of Planet Waves, 1973. Finally released in The Bootleg Series, 1-3) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) north_co.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: Sun, 28 Jan 1996 20:01:22 -0500 (EST) From: "Kelvin W. Sherlock" <ksherloc@moose.uvm.edu> Subject: bob dylan: north country blues crd North Country Blues Capo third fret (Cm and Bb) Simplified Intro: Am e-------------|-------------|-------------| B-----1---1---|-----1-------|-----1---1---| G-----2---2---|-----2-------|-----2---2---| D-----2---2---|-----2-------|-----2---2---| A-0-----------|-------------|-0-----------| E-------------|-0-------3---|-------------| Am | | G | | | Come and gather round friends and I'll tell you a tale Am G Am |** | Of when the red iron ore pits run a-plenty | | G | | | But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches Am G Am |** Tell ya now that the whole town is empty In the north end of town my own children are grown But I was raised on the other In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick And I was brought up by my brother The iron ore poured as the years passed the door The drag lines and shovels, they was hummin' 'Til one day my brother failed to come home The same as my father before him With a long winters wait from the window I watched My friends, they couldn't have been kinder And my school it was cut as I quit in the spring To marry John Thomas, a miner Oh the years passed again and the giving was good With a lunch bucket filled every season But with three babies born, the work was cut down To half a day's shift with no reason An' the shaft was soon shut and my work was cut And the fire in the air, it felt frozen 'Til a man come to speak and he said in one week That number eleven was closing They complain in the east they payin' to high They say that your ore ain't worth diggin' That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns Where the miners work almost for nothin' So the minin' gates locked and the red iron rotted And the room smelled heavy from drinkin' When the sad silent song made the hour twice as long As I waited for the sun to go sinking I lived by the window as he talked to himself The silence of tongues, it was building 'Til one morning's wake, the bed it was bare And I's left alone with three children The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold The stores one by one they are folding My children will go as soon as they grow For there ain't nothin' here now to hold them ** Simplified Interversal thing: Am e-------------| B-----1---1---| G-----2---2---| D-0h2-2---2---| A-------------| E-------------| obviousl.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> OBVIOUSLY FIVE BELIEVERS- Bob Dylan A7 Early in the mornin', early in the mornin' D7 I'm callin' you to, I'm callin' you to A7 Please come home E7 Yes, I guess I could make it without you D7 A7 (riff 2x) If I just didn't feel so all alone Don't let me down ,don't let me down I won't let you down, I won't let you down No I won't You know I can if you can, honey But honey, please don't I got my black dog barkin', black dog barkin' Yes it is now, yes it is now Outside my yard Yes, I could tell you what he means If I just didn't have to try so hard Your mama's workin',your mama's moanin' She's cryin' you know, she's tryin' you know You better go now Well, I'd tell you what she wants if I But I just don't know how Fifteen jugglers, fifteen jugglers Five believers, five believers All dressed like men Tell your mama not to worry because Yes they're just my friends Early in the mornin', early in the mornin' I'm callin' you to, I'm callin' you to Please come home Yes, I could make it without you honey If I just did not feel so all alone RIFF: E ----------------------- B ----------------------- G ----------------------- (rpt) D -----0-2-0------------- A -0h2-------0h2-0------- E ------------------3p0-- (from Blonde on Blonde, 1966) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) oh_siste.crd #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #