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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

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



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From: Barrie McCombs <[e-mail]>



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: [e-mail] (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...

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From Christian HINAULT (Paris - FRANCE)

[e-mail]





Subject: Knocking on heaven's door by Bob Dylan (Bass)







mamma takes this badge from me

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I can't use it anymore it's getting dark to dark to see

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3--------3----------------------5---3--------3------------------5--5--5--5--5--5





feels like I'm knockin on heaven's door knock knock knocking

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3--------3----------------------------------3--------3--------------------------





on heaven's door.....

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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! :)

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From: [e-mail] (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: [e-mail] (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.

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



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 [e-mail])

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Date: Wed, 24 Jan 1996 23:33:47 -0500 (EST)

From: "Kelvin W. Sherlock" <[e-mail]>

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

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From: [e-mail]



License To Kill by Bob Dylan

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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 ([e-mail]) Dundee, Scotland

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From: [e-mail] (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.



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From: [e-mail] (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 [e-mail] (John Howells) for the original post. Lyrics

please, anyone?

Thanx-

Aaron Bernay

[e-mail]





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



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 [e-mail])

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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 [e-mail])

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Date: Fri, 19 Jan 1996 18:22:25 -0500 (EST)

From: "Kelvin W. Sherlock" <[e-mail]>

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

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~From: [e-mail] (Julie R Gladman)
corrected lyrics: "Benjamin L. Weiss" <[e-mail]>

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 [e-mail]
*




Date: Tue, 9 Apr 96 21:24:06 PDT
From: [e-mail] (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

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



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.

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



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 [e-mail])

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From: [e-mail] (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.





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Typed by Petter Larsson , [e-mail]

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Date: Fri, 29 Sep 95 16:11:18 EDT

From: Winston Campbell <[e-mail]>

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