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From: Harlan L Thompson

A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL- Bob Dylan

E A E
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
E B
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
A E
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
A E
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
A E
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
A E
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
A E
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
E B E A
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
E B E A E
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall

(from The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, 1963)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)

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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 18:51:55 EDT

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I have downloaded the song of Bob Dylan A hard rain's gonna fall,
and I think it has a problem
I send you the (I think so) good one.

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A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL- Bob Dylan

E A E
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
E B
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
A B E
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
A B E
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
A B E
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
A B E
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
A B E
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
E B E A
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
E B E A E
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

And so on ....

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From: HCHA8904593X@lust1.latrobe.edu.au (PERRETT, ANDREW)

Blowing in the wind; Bob dylan

D G D G

How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a

A4 A D G D

man ? Yes n how many seas must a white dove sail before she

C A4 A D G D

sleeps in the sand Yes n ahow many times must the cannon

G A4 A

balls fly before they're forever banned

Chorus

G A D F# Bm G

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind the answer is

A D

blowing in the wind

D G D G A4

How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky

A D G D G

Yes n how many ears must one man have before he can hear

A4 D G D

people cry Yes n how many deaths will it take till he know

G A4 A

that too many people have died

Chorus

D G D G

How many years can a mountain exist before its washed to the

A4 A D G D

sea Yes n how many years can some people exist before

G A4 A D G D

they're allowed to be free? Yes n how many times can a man

G A4 A

turn his head pretending he just didnt see?

Chorus

slowly

G A D

The answer is blowing in the wind

(yup here it is!)

From: "Dag Rambraut,o92a"

Blowing in the wind

Bob Dylan

Verse 1

C F C Am

How many roads must a man walk down

C F G7

Before you can call him a man?

C F C Am

How many seas must a white dove sail

C F G7

Before she sleeps in the sand?

C F C Am

And how many times must the cannonballs fly

C F G7

Before they've forever banned?

Chorus

F G7 C E7 Am

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind

F G7 C

The answer is blowing in the wind.

(The 2. and 3. verse goes just the same as the 1.)

Verse 2

How many times must a man look up

Before ha can see the sky?

How many tears must hehave shed

Before he vcan hear the peopla cry?

How many wars will it take till he learns

that too many peopla have died.

(Repeat Chorus)

Verse 3

How many years can a mountain exist

Before it is washed to the sea?

How many years can some people exist

Before they're allowed to be free?

And how many times can a man turn his head

Pretending he just doesn't see?

(Repeat Chorus)

|---------------------------------------------------------------|

| //---\ //----// //-----\ | |

| // // //____// // ___ | dagr@edb.tih.no |

| //____// // // //______// | |

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| A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step | |

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IF ANNYBODY HAS SOME STUFF OF THESE AND SIMILAR GROUPS, MAIL'EM TO

ME, THANKS. TESLA, METALLICA, EXTREME, MANOWAR and so on........

From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin)

BLOWIN' IN THE WIND by Bob Dylan

C F C

How many roads must a man walk down

C F G

Before you call him a man

C F C

Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail

F G

Before she sleeps in the sand?

C F C

Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannonballs fly

F G

Before they are forever banned?

F G

The answer my friend

C

Is blowin' in the wind

F G C

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up

Before he can see the sky?

Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have

Before he can hear people cry?

Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows

That too many people have died?

How many years can a mountain exist

Before it is washed to the sea?

Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist

Before they're allowed to be free?

Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head

Pretending he just doesn't see?

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Date: Sun, 28 Jan 96 15:33:49 EST

From: Winston Campbell

Subject: CHANGING OF THE GUARDS by Bob Dylan

Intro: Ab

Fm

Sixteen years,

Ab Eb Fm

Sixteen banners united over the fields

Db Eb

While the good shepherd grieves

Fm Ab Eb

Desperate men, desperate women divided,

Fm Db Eb Ab

Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.

Fm

Fortune calls.

Ab Eb Fm

I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,

Db Eb Fm

Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.

Ab Eb Fm

She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,

Db Eb Ab

On midsummer's eve, near the tower.

(Interlude)

Fm

The cold-blooded moon.

Ab Eb

The captain waits above the celebration

Fm Db Eb

Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid

Fm Ab Eb

Whose ebony face is beyond communication.

Fm Db Eb Ab

The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

Fm

They shaved her head.

Ab Eb

She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.

Fm Db Eb

A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.

Fm Ab Eb

I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,

Fm Db Eb Ab

Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.

(Interlude)

Fm

I stumbled to my feet.

Ab Eb

I rode past destruction in the ditches

Fm Db Eb

With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.

Fm Ab Eb

Renegade priests and treacherous young witches

Fm Db Eb Ab

Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.

Fm

The palace of mirrors

Ab Eb

Where dog soldiers are reflected,

Fm Db Eb

The endless road and the wailing of chimes,

Fm Ab Eb

The empty rooms where her memory is protected,

Fm Db Eb Ab

Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

(Interlude)

Fm

She wakes him up

Ab Eb

Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking

Fm Db Eb

Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.

Fm Ab Eb

She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking

Fm Db Eb Ab

He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.

Fm

Gentlemen, he said,

Ab Eb Fm

I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,

Db Eb

I've moved your mountains and marked your cards

Fm Ab Eb

But Eden is burning, either get brave for elimination

Fm Db Eb Ab

Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.

(Interlude)

Fm

Peace will come

Ab Eb Fm

With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire

Db Eb Fm

But will offer no reward when her false idols fall

Ab Eb Fm

And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating

Db Eb Ab

Between the King and the Queen of Swords.

Fm Ab Eb

Fm...

The "Interlude" (that the sax plays) is:

Ab Eb Db Ab

E -6-8-9-8-8~----6-6~----4-4~--(repeat 3 times)---||-6p4-4---4~--||

B ------------------------------------------------||-------6-----||

G ------------------------------------------------||-------------||

D ------------------------------------------------||-------------||

A ------------------------------------------------||-------------||

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One word of note: It is much easier to play this song with a capo on the

first fret (i.e. play Em G D Em C D... while the 1st fret is fretted). This

makes it more easier and does not make the guitar sound too choppy.

Also:

(DON'T YOU JUST LOVE THOSE LYRICS)

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From: Len Moskowitz

Subject: CRD: "Chimes of Freedom" (Dylan/Byrds version, full lyrics)

Chimes of Freedom

(Bob Dylan)

Lyrics are from Dylan's "Another Side of Bob Dylan." This version is

from Roger McGuinn's latest (5/23/95) live shows, per my recollection.

The 12-string guitar is tuned down 1/2 step. The variations between

Dylan and The Byrds are shown in brackets -- square for Dylan's lyrics

that The Byrds/McGuinn left out and pointy for those they added.

Chord Tab:

G C9 C9/B C D Am

E 3 3 3 0 2 0

B 3 3 3 1 3 1

G 0 0 0 0 2 2

D 0 2 0 2 0 2

A 2 3 2 3 x 0

E 3 x x x x x

Intro: G C C/B D Dsus4

C D G (notes: B C D G...)

G C9

Far between the sundown's finish

G C9

and midnights broken toll

G

we ducked inside

C9 D G (notes: B C D G...)

the doorway [as] thunder [went] crashing

G C9

As majestic bells of bolts

G C9

struck shadows in the sounds

G C9 D G

seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

(notes on low E string and open D: G F# E D...)

D

Flashing for the warriors

G C9 G

whose strength is not to fight

C9 C9/B

flashing for the refugees

Am D

of the unarmed road of flight

G C9

and for each and every underdog

G C9

soldier in the night

G C9 D G (notes: B C D G...)

and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

[The Byrds skipped the next few verses]

There are cities melted furnace

unexpectedly we watched

with faces hidden as the walls were tightening

As the echo of the wedding bells

before the blowing rain

dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Tolling for the rebel

tolling for the rake

tolling for the luckless

they are bound and damned forsaked

tolling for the outcasts

burning constantly at stake

and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering

and the wild ripping hail

the sky cracked its farms in naked wonder

As the clanging of the church bells

blew far into the breeze

leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle

striking for the kind

striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind

and the poet and painter

far behind his rightful time

and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the wild cathedral evening

the rain unravelled tales

for a disrobed faceless farms of no position

Tolling for the tongues

with no place to bring their thoughts

all down and taken for granted situations

Tolling for the deaf and blind

tolling for the mute

for a mistreated maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute

for the misdemeanor outlaw

chained and cheated by pursuit

and we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing

[The Byrds pick it up here]

Even though the cloud's white curtain

in a far off corner [flowered]

and the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting

Electric light<s> still struck like arrows

fired but [further ones] <for the ones>

condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones

on their speechless seeking trail

for the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale

and for each unharmful gentle soul

misplaced inside a jail

and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

[Byrds/McGuinn:

C C9/B D

dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee

C C9/B D G

dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee-duh]

Starry eyes and laughing

as I recall when we were caught

[trapped] <can't find> no track [for] <of> ours for they hang suspended

As we listened one last time

and we watched with one last look

spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching <ones>

whose wounds cannot be nursed

or the countless confused accused misused

strung out ones and worse

and for every hung up person

in the whole wide universe

and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

[Byrds: dee dee...]