Автор неизвестен. Bob Dylan

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: [e-mail] (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

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"The cat is the only H-bomb to drop and this robustness must stop"

-- Lord Invader

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From: Harlan Leslie Thompson <[e-mail]>



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: [e-mail] (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 [e-mail]

B-O-B [e-mail]

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From: [e-mail] (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



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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: [e-mail] (Brandinius)

Subject: Re: CRD: Don't Think Twice It's Alright by Bob Dylan



In article <[e-mail]>, [e-mail]

(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 <[e-mail]>







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: [e-mail] (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

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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)

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From: Harlan L Thompson <[e-mail]>



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 [e-mail])

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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 [e-mail])

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From: [e-mail] (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.



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From: [e-mail] (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

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Subject: Tab : George Jackson - Dylan

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Date: 4 Sep 92 18:25:01 +1200

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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

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From: [e-mail] (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: "Kelvin W. Sherlock" <[e-mail]>
Subject: CRD. Bob Dylan-Girl from the North Country

Girl from the North Country, from the 30th anniversary concert and 'Real
Live'

C/G Dsus4 (C moved up two frets)
e-3----x-
B-1----3-
G-0----0-
D-2----4-
A-x----5-
E-3------


Dsus4 C G C/G G
If you're travellin' in the north country fair

Dsus4 C G C/G G
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

Em C G C/G G
Remember me to one who lives there

Dsus4 C G C/G G
She once was a true love of mine


If you go when the snowflakes storm
Where the rivers freeze and summer ends
See for me if she's wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howling winds

See for me if her hair is hangin' long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
See for me if her hair is hangin' long
That's the way I remember her best

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

instrumental

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

doubly long instrumental

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Subject: "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" by Bob Dylan





"A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" by Bob Dylan



Oh where have you been my blue eyed-son

G



Where have you been my darling young one

D



I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains...

C G



CHORUS: And it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hard

G D G C



It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

G D G C G

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Date: Sat, 24 Jun 1995 12:09:02 -0400

From: [e-mail] (Kelvin W. Sherlock)



House of the Risin' Sun (1961)



Bob Dylan







Play it kind of like this:







Am C



E---------------------------------------------



B----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1-



G----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-



D----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-



A-0----------0----------3----------3----------



E---------------------------------------------







Dm F



E---------------------------------------------



B----3-3-3-3----3-3-3-3----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1-



G----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-



D-0----------0----------3----------3----------



A---------------------------------------------



E---------------------------------------------







Am C



E---------------------------------------------



B----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1-



G----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-



D----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-



A-0----------0----------3----------3----------



E---------------------------------------------







Em



E-----------------------



B----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-



G----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-



D----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-



A-----------------------



E-0----------0----------







Intro: Am C Dm F Am Em Am



Am C Dm F



There is a house down in New Orleans



Am C Em



They call the Risin' Sun



Am C Dm F



And it's been the ruin of many poor girl



Am Em Am C Dm F Em



And me, oh God, I'm a-one







2)



My mother was a taylor



She sewed these new blue jeans



My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord



Down in New Orleans







3)



Now the only thing a gambler needs



Is a suitcase and a trunk



And the only time he's satisfied



Is when he's on a drunk







4)



He fills his glasses up to the brim



And he'll pace the cards around



And the only pleasure he gets out of life



Is ramblin' from town to town







5)



Oh tell my baby sister



Not to do as I have done



But to shun that house in New Orleans



They call the Risin' Sun







6)



Well, it's one foot on the platform



And the other foot on the train



I'm goin' back to New Orleans



To wear that ball and chain







7)



I'm a-goin' back to New Orleans



My race is almost run



I'm goin' back to end my life



Down in the Risin' Sun







8)



There is a house in New Orleans



They call the Risin' Sun



It's been the ruin of many poor girl



And me, oh God, Im a-one

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From: Steve Vetter <[e-mail]>



Hurricane - Bob Dylan

CRDs by Steve Vetter & TSOBD



Am F Am F



Am F

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

Am F

enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall

Am F

She sees the bartender in a pool of blood

Am F

Cries out "My God they killed them all!"

C F

Here comes the story of the Hurricane,

C F

The man the authorities came to blame

Dm C

for something that he never done

Dm C

Put in a prison cell but one time

Em Am F C G Am F Am F

he could have been the champion of the world



Three bodied lying there does Patty see

and another man named Bello moving mysteriously

"I didn't do it" he says, and he throws up his hands

"I was only robbin the register, I hope you understand

I saw them leavin," he says and he stops

One of us had better call the cops

so Patty calls the cops

and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin

in the hot New Jersey night



Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town

Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around

number one contender for the middleweight crown

had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down

when a cop pulled him over on the side of the road

just like the time before and the time before that

in Paterson that just the ways things go

If you black you might as well not show up on the streets

Less you wanna draw the heat



Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops

Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin around

He said "I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middleweights

They jumped into a white car with out of state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head

Cop said "Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead"

so they took him to the infirmary

and although this man could hardly see

they told him that he could identify the guilty men



Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in

Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs

the wounded man looks up though his one dying eye

says "why'd you bring him here for? he ain't the guy!"

Yes, here the story of the Hurricane

The man the authorities came to blame

for something that he never done

put in a prison cell but one time he could've been

the champion of the world



Four months later the ghetto's in flame

Rubin's in South America fightin for his name

while Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game

and the cops are puttin the screw to him looking for somebody to blame

"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"

"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"

"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"

"Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night?"

"Don't forget that you are white"



Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"

Cops said "A poor boy like you could really use a break

We got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello

Now you don't want to ave to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

You'll be doin' society a favor

That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver

We want to put his ass in the stir

We want to pin this trip murder on him

He ain't ne Gentleman Jim"



Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

he never did like to talk about it all that much

It's my work he'd say, I do it for pay