Автор неизвестен. Bob Dylan

An' punched my cigarette"

Oh Mama

Can this really be th end

To be stuck inside of Mobile

With the Memphis blus again.





Grandpa died last week

And now he's buried in the rock

But everybody talk about

How badly they were shocked.

But me I expected it to happen

I knew he'd lost control

When he built a fire on main street

And shot it full of holes.

Oh Mama

Can this really be th end

To be stuck inside of Mobile

With the Memphis blus again.





Now the senator can down here

Showing everyone his gun.

Handing out free tickets

To the wedding of his son.

An' me I nearly got busted

An wouldn't it be my luck

To get caught without a ticket

And be discovered beneath a truck

Oh Mama

Can this really be th end

To be stuck inside of Mobile

With the Memphis blus again.





Now the preacher looked so baffled

When I asked him why he dressed

With twenty pounds of headlines

Stapled to his chest

But he cursed when I proved to him

Then I whispered not even you can hide.

You see you're just like me

I hope your satisfied

Oh Mama

Can this really be th end

To be stuck inside of Mobile

With the Memphis blus again.





Now the rainman gave men two cures

Then he said "Jump right in"

The one was Texas medicine

The other railroad gin.

An like a fool I mixed them

An' it strangled up my mind

An' now people just get uglier

An' I have no sense of time.

Oh Mama

Can this really be th end

To be stuck inside of Mobile

With the Memphis blus again.





When Ruthie says come see her

In her honkey-yonk lagoon,

Where I can watch her waltz for free

'Neath her Panamanian moon.

An' I say, "Aw come on now

You must know about my dedutante."

An' she says, "Your debutante knows just what you need

But I know what you want."

Oh Mama

Can this really be th end

To be stuck inside of Mobile

With the Memphis blus again.





Now the bricks lay on Grand Street

Where the neon madmen climb

They all fall there so perfectly.

It all seems so well timed.

An' here I sit so patiently

Waiting to find out what price

You have to pay to get out of

Going through all these things twice

Oh Mama

Can this really be th end

To be stuck inside of Mobile

With the Memphis blus again.





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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Date: Fri, 25 Oct 1996 11:28:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sacha Mallais <[e-mail]>
Subject: CRD: Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan


Cut away the chaffe and this should fit one one page.

This is a fairly difficult song to get to sound right.
The chords are simple, though (blues progression in A).

I strum the chords, alternating the bass line throughout
(play A with an an A and E bass, D with a D and A bass,
E with an E and B bass)

----------8<-------------------8<---------------------------
Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan

A A
Johnny's in the basement mixin' up the medicine,
I'm on the pavement, thinkin' 'bout the government
The man in a trenchcoat badge (??) got laid off,
Says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off
D D
Look out kid, theres something you did,
A
God knows when, but you're doin' it again.
You better duck down the alleyway, lookin' for a new friend.
E
The man in the 'coonskin cap in a pigpen
A
Wants 11 dollar bills, you only got 10.

Maggie calls fleetfoot (??) face full 'o black soot,
Talking at the heat, put (??) plants in the bed, but (??)
The phones tapped anyway, Maggie says the man he say,
They must bust in early May, orders from the DA.
Look out kid, don't matter what ch' ya did,
Walk on your tiptoes, don't tie no bows
Better stay away from those 'ho carry 'round a fire hose.
Keep a clean nose, 'n wash of plain clothes,
You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows.

Uhh..Get sick, get well, hang around the inkwell,
Hang bail, hot tail, if anything its gonna sell,
Try hard, get bought, get back, write braille,
Get jail, jump bail, join the army if ya fail.
Look out kid, your gonna get hit, by
Losers, cheaters, six time users, hangin' round the theaters,
Girl by the whrilpool's lookin' for a new fool,
Don't follow leaders or watch the parkin' meters.

Ohh..Get born, keep warm, short pants, romance,
Learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success,
Please her, please him, buy 'er gifts, don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years o' schoolin' and they put ya on the day shift,
Look out kid, they keep it all hid,
Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle,
Don't wear sandles, and try to force a scandal,
Don't want to be a bum, you'd better chew gum,
The pump don't work cuz the vandals took the handle.

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http://www.global-village.net/sacha
The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.

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From: Scott A. Yanoff <[e-mail]>









C D G C

hey mister tambourine man, play a song for me

G Am D D

i'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to

C D G C

hey mister tambourine man, play a song for me

G C Am D D G D

in the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin you



C D G C

though i know that evening's empire has returned into sand

G C

vanished from my hand

G C

left me blindly here to stand

Am, D

but still not sleepin

C D G C

my weariness amazes me - i'm branded on my feet

G C

i have no one to meet

G C

and my ancient empty street's

Am D

too dead for dreamin



Please answer me at all events, thank you. If you know some other server, who

do this, so tell me.

My adress is Alex [e-mail]

I am Austrian, but i am studing in switzerland.



Alex

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Date: Tue, 5 Sep 1995 13:55:46 -1000

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





TANGLED UP IN BLUE (Bootleg Series Version)- Bob Dylan



TUNING: D A D F# A D or E B E G# B E



E(2) E11 E(2) E11

Early one morning the sun was shinin' he was layin' in bed

E(2) E11 E(3) Emaj7 Esus4

Wondering if she'd changed at all, if her hair was still red

E(2) E11 E(2) E11

Her folks they said that their lives together sure was gonna be rough

E(2) E11 E(3) Emaj7 Esus4

They never did like mama's home-made dress, papa's bank book wasn't big enough

Esus2/A E6 E(3) Emaj7 Esus4

And he was standing on the side of the road, rain falling on his shoes

Esus2/A E6 E(3) Emaj7 Esus4

Heading out for the old east coast, Lord knows he's paid some dues

Esus2/A E(4) F#m11 E(1) E(3) Esus4 E(3) Esus4

Getting through, tangled up in blue



She was married when they first met, soon to be divorced

He helped her out of a jam I guess but he used a little too much force

And they drove that car as far as they could, abandoned it out west

And split up on a dark sad night, both agreeing it was best

And she turned around to look at him as he was walking away

She said "This can't be the end, we'll meet on another day

On the avenue, tangled up in blue"



He had a job in the old north woods, working as a cook for a spell

But he never did like it all that much and one day the axe just fell

When he drifted down to L.A., where he reckoned to try his luck

Workin' for a while in an airplane plant loading cargo onto a truck

But all the while he was alone, the past was close behind

He's seen alot of women, but she never escaped his mind

And he just grew, tangled up in blue



She was working in topless place, I stopped in for a beer

I just kept looking at the side of her face in the spotlight so clear

And later on as the crowd thinned out, I's about to do the same

She was standing there in back of my chair said to me "What's your name?"

I muttered something underneath my breath, she studied the lines on my face

I must admit I felt a little uneasy, when she bent down to tie the laces

Of my shoe, tangled up in blue



She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe

"I thought you'd never say hello" she said, "You look like the silent type"

Then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me

Written by an Italian poet from the thirteenth century

And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal

Pourin' off of every page like it was written in my soul

>From me to you, tangled up in blue



He was always in a hurry, too busy or too stoned

And everything she ever planned just had to be postponed

He thought they were successful, she thought they were blessed

With objects and material things but I never was impressed

And when it all came crashing down, I became withdrawn

The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keeping on

Like a bird that flew, tangled up in blue



So now I'm going back again, I got to get to her somehow

All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians, some are doctor's wives

Don't know how it all got started

Don't know what they're doin' with their lives

But me, I'm still on the road, headin' for another joint

We always did feel the same, we just saw it from a different point

Of view, tangled up in blue





CHORDS:

E11 E(2) E(3) Emaj7 Esus4 Esus2/A E6 E(4) F#m11 E(1)

E -5---7----0-----0-----0-----0------0---4-----2----0---

B -7---9----0-----0-----0-----1------2---0-----0----0---

G# -6---8----3-----3-----1-----2------0---3-----1----0---

E -0---0----4-----0-----0-----0------0---4-----2----0---

B -0---0----5-----4-----2-----0------2---0-----0----0---

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



Subject: Tab : Tangled up in Blue - Dylan

From: [e-mail] (Mr K Osborn)

Date: 4 Sep 92 18:42:53 +1200



Tangled Up In Blue

By Bob Dylan



A | Asus4 sus2 | A | Asus4 sus2



A G

Early one morning the sun was shinin'



A G

I was layin' in bed.



A G

Wondering if she'd changed at all



D

If her hair was still red.



A G

Her folks they said that our lives together,



A G

Sure was gonna be rough.



A G

They never did like Mama's home-made dress,



A

Papa's bank book wasn't big enough.



E F#m

And I was standing on the side of the road,



A D

Rain falling on my shoes.



E F#m

Heading out for the old east coast,



A D

Lord knows I've paid some dues,



E

Getting through,



G D A | Asus4 sus2 | A | Asus4 sus2

Tangled up in blue.





She was married when we first met

Soon to be divorced

I helped her out of a jam I guess

But I used a little too much force

We drove that car as far as we could

Abandoned it out west

Split up on a sad dark night

Both agreeing it was best

She turned around to look at me

As I was walking away

I heard her say over her shoulder

We'll meet again some day

On the avenue

Tangled up in Blue



I had a job in the great north woods

Working as a cook for a spell

But I never did like it all that much

And one day the axe just fell

So I drifted down to New Orleans

Where I was lucky to be employed

Workin' for a while on a fishing boat

Right outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone

The past was close behind

I seen alot of women

But she never escaped my mind

And I just grew

Tangled up in blue



She was working in topless place

And I stopped in for a beer

I just kept looking at the side of her face

In the spotlight so clear

And later on when the crowd thinned out

I was just about to do the same

She was standing there in back of my chair

Said to me Don't I know your name

I muttered something undernaeth my breath

She studdied the lines on my face

I must admit I felt a little uneasy

When she bent down to tie the laces

Of my shoe

Tangled up in blue



She lit a burner on the stove

And offered me a pipe

I thought you'd never say hello she said

You look like the silent type

Then open up a book of poems

And handed it to me

Written by an Italian poet

>From the thirteenth century

And every one of them words rang true

And glowed like burning coal

Pourin' off of every page

Like it was written in my soul

>From me to you

Tangled up in blue



I lived with them on Montague Street

In a basement down the stairs

There was music in the cafes at night

And revolution in the air

Then he started dealing in slaves

And something inside of died

She had to sell everything she owned

And froze up inside.

And when the bottom finally feel out

I became withdrawn

The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keeping on

Like a bird that flew

Tangled up in blue



So now I'm going on back again

I got to get to her some how

All the people we used to know

They're an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians

Some are carpenters wives

Don'ty know how it all got started

I don't know what they're doing with their lives

But me, I'm still on the road

Headin' for another joint

We always did feel the same

We just saw it from a different point

Of view

Tangled up in blue.





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] (Petter Larsson)



Temporary like Achilles - Bob Dylan

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('Blonde on Blonde' album)







G C D7 G

Standing on your window, honey, Yes I've been here before.

G C D7 G

Feeling so harmless, I'm looking at your second door.

D7 G

How come you don't send me no regards ?

G7 C D7

You know I want your lovin'

(no chord) G Bbo7 Ao7 G D7

Honey, why are you so hard ?





G C D7 G

Kneeling 'neath your ceiling, Yes, I guess I'll be here for a while.

G C D7 G

I tryin' to read your portrait, but, I'm helpless, like a rich man's child.

D7 G

How come you send someone out to have me barred ?

G7 C D7

You know I want your lovin'

(no chord) G Bbo7 Ao7 G D7

Honey, why are you so hard ?



Em Bm

Like a poor fool in his prime, Yes, I know you can hear me walk,

Em Bm

But is your heart made of stone, or is it lime,

D7

Or is it just solid rock ?





G C D7 G

Well, I rush into your hallway, Lean against your velvet door.

G C D7 G

I watch upon your scorpion Who crawls across your circus floor.

D7 G

Just what do you think you have to guard ?

G7 C D7

You know I want your lovin'

(no chord) G Bbo7 Ao7 G D7

Honey, but you're so hard.





G C D7 G

Chiles is in your alleyway, He don't want me here, He does brag.

G C D7 G

He's pointing to the sky And he's hungry like a man in drag.

D7 G

How come you get someone like him to be your guard ?

G7 C D7

You know I want your lovin'

(no chord) G Bbo7 Ao7 G D7 G7

Honey, but you're so hard.





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Typed by Petter Larsson , [e-mail]

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



THE BALLAD OF A THIN MAN- Bob Dylan



Bm Bm/Bb

You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand

Bm/A Bm/G#

You see somebody naked and you say "who is that man?"

G Em

You try so hard but you just don't understand

D F# Bm

Just what you will say when you get home

D A

Because something is happening here

Bm G Bm

And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones



You raise up your head and you ask "is this where it is?"

And somebody points to you and says "its his"

And you say "what's mine?" and somebody else says "well WHAT is"

And you say "oh my god - am i here all alone?"

But something is happening here

And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones



You hand in you ticket and you go watch the geek

Who immediately walks up to you when he hears you speak

Saying "how does it feel to be such a freak?"

And you say "impossible" as he hands you a bone

And something is happening here

But you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones



Bm Bm/A

You have many contacts among the lumberjacks

G Bm

To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination

Bm Bm/A

But nobody has any respect, anyway they already expect you

G Em A A7

To all give a check to tax-deductable charity organizations



You've been with the professors, and they all liked your looks

With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks

You've read all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books

You're very well read, its well known

But something is happening here

And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones



Well, the swordswallower comes up to you and then he kneels

He crosses himself and he clicks his high heels

And without further notice he asks you how it feels

And he says "here is your throat back, thanks for the loan"

And you know something is happening

But you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones



Now you see this one-eyed midget saying the word "now"

And you say "for what reason?" and he says "how?"

And you say "what does this mean?" and he screams back "you're a cow!

Give me some milk - or else go home!"

And you KNOW somethings happening here

But you dont know what it is, do you, Mister Jones



Well, you walk into the room like a camel and then you frown

You put your eyes in your pocket and your nose on the ground

There oughtta be a law against you coming around

You should be made to wear earphones

Cause something is happening here

And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones





Bm: x 2 2 4 4 3 2 Bm/Bb: x 1 2 4 4 3 2

Bm/A: x 0 2 4 4 3 2 Bm/G#: 4 2 2 4 4 3 2



NOTE: I stole the lyrics from the lyrics database, thanks. This song is

perhaps not meant to be played on the guitar since itbased song, but

these are the chords anyways. Maybe itmaybe not. Also, the fingering of

some of the above chords may be

difficult. Play only part of the chord if you can't reach the whole

thing, but the important thing is to keep the bass line going down.



(from Highway 61 Revisited, 1965)

(sent by Harlan at [e-mail])

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



THE GATES OF EDEN- Bob Dylan



D C G D G D

Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull it glides

C G D G D

Upon 4-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

A7 D G C G A

With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black

D F G D G D

All except when 'neath the trees of Eden



The lampost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached

To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail though it shadows metal badge

All in all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow

No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden



This savage soldier sticks his head in sand and then complains

Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf but still remains

Upon the beach where hounddogs bay at ships with tattooed sails

Heading for the gates of Eden



With a time-rusted compass blade, Aladdin and his Lamp

Sits with utopian hermit monks, side-saddle on the Golden Calf

And on their promises of paradise you will not hear a laugh

All except inside the gates of Eden



Relationships of ownership they whisper in the wings

To those condemned to act accordingly and wait for succeeding kings

And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings

There are no kings inside the gates of Eden



The motorcycle black madonna two-wheeled gypsy queen

And her silver studded phantom cause the grey-flanneled dwarf to scream

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick up on his breadcrumbs sins

And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden



The kingdoms of experience in the precious winds they rot

While paupers change possessions each one wishing for what the other has got

And the princess and the prince discuss what's real and what is not

It doesnt matter inside the gates of Eden



The foreign sun it squints upon a bed that is never mine

As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign

Leaving men wholly totally free to do anything they wish to do but die

And there are no trials inside the gates of Eden



At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams

With no attempts to shovel the glimpse into the ditch of what each one means

At times I think there are no words but these to tell what's true

And there are no truths outside the gates of Eden





(from Bringing it All Back Home, 1965)

(sent by Harlan at [e-mail])

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Date: Thu, 09 Jan 1997 23:19:27 -0800
From: lisa&scott <[e-mail]>
Subject: Chrdpro : The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll Bob Dylan


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
by Bob Dylan

chordpro by Lisa ([e-mail])

These are just the basic chords. He walks the bass notes around during
the chorus.

(capo on 4th fret)

E X32010
A X33211
G#m 022000
C#m7 C02010
B 320003


(6/8 time ^Ж ONE -two -three -FOUR -five -six . . . ^Ж two measures per
line)
E A E G#m
William Zantzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

E A E G#m
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
E G#m E G#m
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
E G#m E G#m
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
E G#m E G#m
As they rode him in custody down to the station
E G#m E G#m B
And booked William Zantzinger for first-degree murder.
A B E G#m A B E
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
A B E C#m7
Take the rag away from your face.
A B E
Now ain't the time for your tears.


William Zantzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.


Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zantzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.


In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zantzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face.
For now's the time for your tears.

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From: [e-mail] (John Fair)

Subject: Man In the Long Black Coat

Status: RO



Hi. It's been too long since my last one......



Man In the Long Black Coat

Bob Dylan



3/4 time



fool around in F#m



F#m A E C#m

F#m A E F#m



F#m A E C#m

Crickets are chirpin' the water is high

F#m A E F#m

There's a soft cotton dress? on the line hangin' dry

F#m A E C#m

Windows wide open African trees

F#m A E F#m

Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze

E

Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note

F#m A E F#m

She gone with the man in the long black coat





Somebody singing hangin' around

At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town

He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask

If he wanted to dance he had a face like a mask

Somebody said, from the Bible he quote

There was dust on the man in the long black coat



Preacher was talkin' there's a sermon he gave

He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved

You cannot depend on him to be your guide

And it's you who must keep it satisfied

It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat

To give her heart to the man in the long black coat



D A

There are no mistakes in life some people say

F#m E F#m

And it's true sometimes you can see it that way

D A

People don't live or die, people just float

F#m E F#m

She went with the man in the long black coat





There's smoke on the water its been there since June

Tree trunks uprooted neath the high passing moon

Feel the pulse and vibrations and the rumblin' force

Somebody is out there beating on a dead horse

She never said nothin', there was nothin' she wrote

She went with the man in the long black coat

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Subject: TAB: The Mighty Quinn - Bob Dylan

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Does anybody have the chords for "Love in Vain"?





The Mighty Quinn - Bob Dylan



G D G

Come all without, come all within

D C G

You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn

G D G

Come all without, come all within

D C G

You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn



G C G C

Ev'rybody's building ships and boats

G C G C

Some are building monuments, others jotting down notes.

G C G C

Ev'rybody's in despair, ev'ry girl and boy

G D

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,

C G

Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy.

Come all without...



G C G C

I like to go just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet

G C G C

But jumping queues and making haste, just ain't my cup of meat.

G C G C

Ev'ryone's beneath the trees, feeding pigeons on a limb

G D

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,

C G

All the pigeons gonna rum to him.

Come all without...



G C G C

Let me do what I wanna do, I can recite 'em all

G C G C

Just tell me where it hurts and I'll tell you who to call.

G C G C

Nobody can get no sleep, there's someone on ev'ryones toes.

G D

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,

C G

Ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze.



Why did the crowd go "Booo!" for Sinnead? Anyway I love this crowd... :-)



/Dierk

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Mike Mongeau Raytheon Equipment Division

[e-mail] Marlboro, MA



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The Times They Are A-Changin'

Words and Music by Bob Dylan





G Em C G

Come gather 'round people wherever you roam

G Am C D

And admit that the waters around you have grown

G Em C G

And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone

G Am D

If your time to you is worth savin'

D D7 Gmaj7 D

Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone,

G C D G

For the times, they are a chang - in'



(4 additional verses)



Come writers and critics who prophecies with your pen

And keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again

And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin

And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'

For the loser now will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin'



Come mothers and fathers throughout the land

And don't criticize what you don't understand

Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command

Your old road is rapidly agin'

Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand

For the times they are a-changin'



Come senators, congressmen please heed the call

Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall

For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled

There's a battle outside and it's ragin'

It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin'



The line it is drawn the curse it is cast

The slow one now will later be fast

As the present now will later be past

The order is rapidly fadin'

And the first one now will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'



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(Notes)



Chords used:



E A D G B e

+-----------+

C 0 3 2 0 1 0

D x 0 0 2 3 2

D7 x 3 0 2 3 2

Em 0 2 2 0 0 0

G 3 2 0 0 0 3

Gmaj7 x 2 0 0 3 2

Am 0 0 2 2 1 0

+-----------+





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"The Blues had a baby and they called it Rock-n-Roll" -Muddy Waters



Mike Mongeau Raytheon Equipment Division

[e-mail] Marlboro, MA

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



TIME PASSES SLOWLY- Bob Dylan



E D A F#m

Time passes slowly up here in the mountains

E D A F#m

We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains

G#m A G#m A

Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream

E D A F#m E

Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream



E D A F#m

Once I had a sweetheart she was fine and good lookin'

E D A F#m

We sat in her kitchen while her mama was cookin A B

A B

Stared out the window to the stars high above

A G#m Bsus4 B E7

Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love



BRIDGE:

A7 E7

Ain't no reason to go in a wagon to town

A7 E7

Ain't no reason to go to the fair

A7 E7

Ain't no reason to go up, ain't no reason to go down

B Bsus4 B Bsus4 B Bsus4

Ain't no reason to go anywhere



E D A F#m

Time passes slowly up here in the daylight

E D A F#m

We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right

Bsus4 A Bsus4 A

Like the red rose of summer that blooms in the day

Bsus4 A G#m F#m E

Time passes slowly and fades away





Bsus4: 2 2 4 4 5 2





(from New Morning, 1970)

(sent by Harlan at [e-mail])

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Date: Mon, 22 Dec 1997 13:05:19 -0500
From: Allison Polans <[e-mail]>
To: [e-mail]
Subject: CRD: To Make You Feel My Love by Bob Dylan

To Make You Feel My Love
Words and Music by Bob Dylan

From: Mike Polans ([e-mail])

Here is a revised version of the version that is in the chord archive.
I looked at the chords for the Billy Joel version to catch some of the
inversions and bass notes, and then arranged it in Db for the guitar and
to my tastes.

CHORDS ARE NOTED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE...

(Verse)

Ab -> Db Ab/C
When the rain is blowing in your face
Db7/Cb Gb/Bb
And the whole world is on your case
Gbmi/Bbb Db/Ab
I could offer you a warm embrace
Eb9/Bb Gb/Ab Db
To make you feel my love

(Verse)
When evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

(Bridge)

Gb Db
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
Eb9/Bb Gb Db
But I would never do you wrong
Gb Db
I've known it from the moment that we met
Eb7 Ab
No doubt in my mind where you belong

(Verse)
I'd go hungry I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
No there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

(instrumental)

(Bridge)
The storms are raging on the open seas
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet

(Verse)
I could make you happy make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

Ab Db Ab/C Db7/Cb Gb/Bb Gbmi/Bbb Db/Ab Eb9/Bb Gb/Ab Gb Eb7
e--4------------------------------------------------2----2---6--------
b--4---6----4-----6-----7-------7------6------6-----2----2---8--------
g--5---6----5-----6-----6-------6------6------6-----3----3---6--------
d--6---6----6-----6-----4-------4------6------5-----4----4---8--------
a--6---4----3-----x-----x-------x------4------x-----x----4---6--------
e--4--------------7-----6-------5------4------6-----4----2------------

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From: [e-mail] (Jeffrey Goffin)



TOMORROW IS A LONG TIME by Bob Dylan



G C G

If today was not an endless highway

G C G

If tonight was not a crooked trail

C D G

If tomorrow wasn't such a long time

C D G

Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all



C D G

Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'

C D G

Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'

C D G

Only if she was lyin' by me

C D G

Then I'd lie in my bed once again.



I can't see my reflection in the water

I can't speak the sounds that show no pain

I can't hear the echo of my footsteps

Or can't remember the sound of my own name



There's beauty in the silver, singing river

There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky

But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty

That I remember in my true love's eyes.



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



TONIGHT I'LL BE STAYING HERE WITH YOU- Bob Dylan



G C G

Throw my ticket out the window

C G

Throw my suitcase out there too

C Bm C

Throw my troubles out the door

Bm Am

I don't need them any more

G C G G

'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you



I should have left this town this morning

But it was more than I could do

Oh, your love comes on so strong

And I've waited all day long

For tonight when I'll be staying here with you



BRIDGE:

Cm G

Is it really any wonder

Cm G

The love that a stranger might receive

Ab C

You cast your spell and I went under

Am D C Bm Am D

I find it so difficult to leave



(n.c.) G C G

I can hear that whistle blowin'

I see that stationmaster, too,

If there's a poor boy on the street

Then let him have my seat

'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you