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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)

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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.

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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)

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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)

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From: BJCURRY@MECHANICAL.watstar.uwaterloo.ca (B Curry)

PERCY'S SONG

by Bob Dylan

G C

Bad news, bad news, come to me where I sleep,

G D

Turn, turn, turn again,

G C

Sayin' one of your friends is in trouble deep,

G C D Em7 D Em7 D

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

Tell me, the trouble tell once to my ear,

Turn, turn, turn again,

Joliet prison and ninety-nine years.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

Oh what's the charge of how this came to be,

Turn, turn, turn again,

Manslaughter in the highest of degree.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

I sat down and wrote the best words I could write,

Turn, turn, turn again,

Explaining to the judge I'd be there on Wednesday night.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

Without a reply I left by the moon,

Turn, turn, turn again,

And was in his chambers by the next afternoon.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

Could ya tell me the facts? I said without fear,

Turn, turn, turn again,

That a friend of mine would get ninety-nine years.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

A crash on the highway flew the car to a field,

Turn, turn, turn again,

There was four persons killed and he was at the wheel.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

But I knew him as good as I'm knowin' myself,

Turn, turn, turn again,

And he wouldn't harm a life that belonged to someone else.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

The judge spoke out of the side of his mouth,

Turn, turn, turn again,

Sayin' the witness who saw he left little doubt.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

That may be true he's got a sentence to serve,

Turn, turn, turn again,

But ninety-nine years he just don't deserve.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

Too late, too late for his case it is sealed

Turn, turn, turn again,

His sentence is passed and it cannot be repealed.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

But he ain't no criminal and his crime it is none,

Turn, turn, turn again,

What happened to him could happen to anyone.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

And at that the judge jerked forward and his face it did freeze,

Turn, turn, turn again,

Sayin' "Could you kindly leave my office now, please."

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

Well his eyes looked funny and I stood up so slow,

Turn, turn, turn again,

With no other choice except but for to go.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam,

Turn, turn, turn again,

I walked down the courthouse stairs and I could not understand.

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

And I played my guitar through the night to the day,

Turn, turn, turn again,

And the only tune my guitar could play

Was "Old cruel rain and the wind."

CHORDS

C x32010 G 320003 D xx0232 Em7 020000

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From: Nicholas Sprague <nws103@psu.edu>
To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: tab correction: Rainy Day Woman #12 and 35 by Bob Dylan
Date: Sat, 04 Jan 1997 15:30:21 -0500
From: "Peter L. Spain (remote)" <pspain@smtp.aed.org>

"Rainy Day Women #12 & 35" by Bob Dylan from "Blonde on Blonde"

F* Do C7/E F A* F#o E7/G# A
--- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
e-5 4 3 1 9 8 7 5
B-6 3 1 1 10 7 5 5
G-5 4 3 2 9 8 7 6
D-x 3 2 3 x 7 6 7
A-x x x x x x x x
E-x x x x x x x x

F* Do C7/E F
They'll stone you when you're tryin to be so good
F* Do C7/E F
They'll stone you just like they said they would
A* F#o E7/G# A
They'll stone you when you're tryin to go home
F* Do C7/E F
They'll stone you when you're there all alone
A* F#o E7/G# A
But I would not feel so all alone
F* Do C7/E F
Everybody must get stoned

repeat until bored.

CORRECTION TO RAINY DAY WOMAN #12 and 35 BY Bob Dylan:
Submitted by: Nick Sprague (nws103@psu.edu)

The A* progression should be moved up one fret it since it is A# not A. This makes the F#* into G* and so on for the rest of the progression.
The line "But I would not feel so all alone" is also slightly off. The progression for that is moved up to a C* to start it. This means that the first chord is C* (10,11,10,x,x,x) the second chord is (11,10,11,10,x,x), the third chord is (10,8,10,9,x,x)
and the fourth is (8,8,9,10,10).