C |
Where have you been, my blue-eyed son? |
G | |
Where have you been, my darling young | one? |
F | G | C | |
I've str | ayed on the side of t | welve misty mo | untains. |
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways. |
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forestes. |
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans. |
Been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard. |
C | G | C | F | C | G |
And it's | hard, | hard, | hard, | hard -- it's a | hard rain's |
C | |
a-gonna | fall. |
What did you see, my blue-eyed son? |
What did you see, my darling young one? |
I saw a newborn babe with the wild wolves around it. |
I saw a highway of golden with nobody on it. |
I saw a black branch with a blood that kept dripping. |
Saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding. |
I saw a white ladder all covered with water. |
Saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were are broken. |
Saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children. |
And it's hard, hard, hard, hard -- it's a hard rain's |
a-gonna fall. |
What did you hear, my blue-eyed son? |
What did you hear, my darling young one? |
I heard the roar of a thunder -- it roared out a warning. |
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world. |
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing. |
Heard ten thousand whispering, and nobody listening. |
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter. |
Heard the sound of a clown that cried in the alley. |
Heard the sound of one person who cried he was human. |
And it's hard, hard, hard, hard -- it's a hard rain's |
a-gonna fall. |
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 women whose body was burning. |
I met a young girl -- she gave me a rainbow. |
I met one man -- he was wounded in love. |
I met another man -- he was wounded in hatred. |
And it's hard, hard, hard, hard -- it's a hard rain's |
a-gonna fall. |
Well, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? |
What'll you do now, my darling young one? |
I'm going back out, 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'. |
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest, |
Where the people are many, and their hands are all empty, |
Where the pellets of poison are flooding my waters, |
Where the home in the valley meets the dark 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 see it and tell it and think it and be it. |
And reflect from the mountains so all souls can see it. |
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking. |
But I'll know my song well before I start sinking. |
And it's hard, hard, hard, hard -- it's a hard rain's |
a-gonna fall. |
C | Dm | |
T | hey say everything can be rep | laced, |
Em | Dm | C | |
T | hat every di | stance is not ne | ar, |
Dm | |
So I remember every fa | ce, |
Em | Dm | C |
Of every | man who's put me h | ere. |
Chorus: |
C | Dm | |
I s | ee my light come shi | ning, |
Em | Dm | G | C | |
Fr | om the w | est un | to the e | ast. |
Dm | |
Any day now, | any way now, |
Em | Dm | C | |
I sha | ll be rel | eased. |
They say every man needs protection, |
That every man must rise and fall. |
Yet I swear I see my reflection, |
Somewhere so high above this wall. |
Chorus. |
Yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd, |
A man who swears he's not to blame. |
All day long I hear him shouting so loud, |
He's crying out that he was framed. |
Chorus. |
Any day now, any way now, |
I shall be released. |
(Arrangement by Paul Brady) |
Capo - 2nd fret |
G | G | |
Oh me | and my cousin one A | rthur McBride |
C | G | Am7 | C | |
As we | went a-wal | king down by | the seasi | de |
G | G | |
A-ma | rking what followed and what | might betide |
D | |
For it being on Christmas mo | rning |
G | G | |
And f | or recreation we we | nt on a tramp |
C | G | Am7 | C | |
And we met | Sergeant Har | per and Cor | poral R | amp |
G | |
And the li | ttle wee drummer intending to camp |
D | G | |
For the day being pleasant and cha | rming |
"Good morning, good morning" the Sergeant he cried |
"And the same to you gentlemen" we did reply |
Intending no harm as we meant to pass by |
For it being on Christmas morning |
But says he "My fine fellows if you will enlist |
It's ten guineas in gold I will slip in your fists |
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust |
And drink the King's health in the morning |
For a soldier he leads a very fine life |
He always is blessed with a charming young wife |
And he pays all his debts without sorrow and strife |
And he always lives pleasant and charming |
And a soldier he always is decent and clean |
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen |
While other poor fellows look dirty and mean |
And sup on thin gruel in the morning" |
But says Arthur "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes |
For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose |
And you dare not change them one night for you know |
If you do you'll be flogged in the morning |
And although that we are single and free |
We take great delight in our own company |
And we have no desire strange faces to see |
Although that your offers are charming |
And we have no desire to take your advance |
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance |
For you would have no scruple for to send us to France |
Where we would get shot without warning |
"Oh no," says the Sergeant, "I'll hear no such chat |
And I never will take it from spalpeen or brat |
For if you insult me with one other word |
I'll cut off your heads in the morning" |
And then Arthur and I we soon drew our odds |
And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades |
When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads |
And bade them take that as fair warning |
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides |
We flung them as far as we could in the tide |
"Now take them out, devils," cried Arthur McBride |
"And temper their edge in the morning" |
And the little wee drummer we flattened his pouch |
And we made a foot-bowl of his rowdy-dowd-dowd |
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll |
And bade it a tedious returning |
And we having no money, paid them off in cracks |
And we paid no respect to their two bloody backs |
But we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks |
And left them for dead in the morning |
And so to conclude and to finish disputes |
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits |
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts |
And bid them look sharp in the morning |
G |
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna milk my milk cow low |
C | G |
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna leave my lonesome | home |
G | B7 | C |
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna | hit that highway | road |
G | D | G | C | |
But then | again and | again I said | oh oh | oh |
G | D | G |
Oh Babe | I'm in the mood for | you |
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna turn my back to the wall |
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna live in my pony stall |
Sometimes I'm in the mood I ain't gonna do nothin at all |
But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said |
Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you |
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change my house around |
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change the things in the |
town |
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna change the whole world |
around |
But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said |
Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you |
Sometimes I'm in the mood I'm gonna give away all my sins |
Sometimes I'm in the mood I wanna walk the road again |
Sometimes I'm in the mood and I'm bound to lose again |
But then again and again I said oh I said oh I said |
Oh babe, sometimes I'm in the mood for you |
C | F | C | F |
How many | roads must a | man walk down before you | call him |
G | G7 | |
a | man? |
C | F | C | F |
How many | seas must a | white dove sail before she | sleeps |
G | G7 | |
in the | sand? |
C | F | C |
How many | times must the | cannonballs fly before they are |
F | G | G7 | |
forever | banned? |
F | G | C | Am | |
The | answer, my | friend, is | blowing in the | wind, |
F | G | C | |
The | answer is | blowing in the | wind. |
How many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to |
the sea? |
How many years can some people exist before the're allowed |
to be free? |
How many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just |
doesn't see? |
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, |
The answer is blowing in the wind. |
How many times must a man look up before he can see the |
sky? |
How many ears must one man have before he can hear people |
cry? |
How many deaths will it take 'till he knows that too many |
people have died? |
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, |
The answer is blowing in the wind. |
Capo:2 |
C | F | C | |
H | ow many r | oads must a m | an walk down, |
F | C | |
before you can c | all him a m | an? |
F | C | |
How many s | eas must a wh | ite dove sail, |
Dm | G7 | |
before she sl | eeps in the s | and? |
C | F | C | |
Yes, and h | ow many t | imes must the c | annon balls fly, |
F | C | |
before they're for | ever b | anned? |
Dm | G7 | C | Am | |
The | answer, my fr | iend, is bl | owin' in the w | ind |
F | G7 | C | |
the | answer is bl | owing in the w | ind. |
F | C | |
Yes, and how many t | imes must a m | an look up, |
F | C | |
before he can s | ee in the sk | y? |
F | C | |
Yes, and how many | ears must | one man have, |
Dm | G7 | |
before he can h | ear people cr | y? |
C | F | C | |
Yes, and h | ow many d | eaths will it t | ake 'til he knows |
F | C | |
that too many p | eople have d | ied? |
Dm | G7 | C | Am | |
The | answer, my fr | iend, is bl | owin' in the w | ind |
F | G7 | C | |
the | answer is bl | owing in the w | ind |
F | C | |
Yes, and how many y | ears can a m | ountain exist, |
F | C | |
before it's w | ashed to the s | ea? |
F | C | |
Yes, and how many y | ears can some p | eople exist, |
Dm | G7 | |
before they're all | owed to be fr | ee? |
C | F | C | |
Yes, and h | ow many t | imes can a m | an turn his head, |
F | C | |
pretending he j | ust doesn't s | ee? |
Dm | G7 | C | Am | |
The | answer, my fr | iend, is bl | owin' in the w | ind, |
F | G7 | C | |
the | answer is bl | owing in the w | ind |
G | Am | |
While | riding on a | train going west |
C | D | |
I fell as | leep for to t | ake my rest. |
D7 | D | G | |
I dreamed a | dream that | made me | sad |
Am | D | C | G | |
Concerning mys | elf and the | first few | friends I | had. |
With half damp eyes I stared to the room |
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon, |
Where we together weathered many a storm, |
Laughing and singing 'till the early hours of the morn. |
By the old wooden stove where our hats were hung, |
Our words were told and our songs were sung; |
We longed for nothing and were satisfied |
Talking and joking about the world outside. |
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold, |
We never thought we could get very old |
We thought we could sit forever in fun |
Though our chances really were a million to one. |
As easy it was to tell black from white, |
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right; |
Our choices were few and the thought never hit |
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and |
split. |
Ah many a year has passed and gone, |
And many a gamble has been lost and won; |
And many a road taken by many a friend, |
And each one of them I've never seen again. |
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, |
That we could sit simply in that room once again; |
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat, |
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that. |
(repeat first verse) |
G6 | D | G6 | D |
Buckets of | rain, | buckets of | tears, |
G6 | D | G6 | D |
got all them | buckets comin' | out of my | ears. |
G | D |
Buckets of moonbeams in my | hand, |
A | G | F#m | A7/E | D |
I got all the | love, | honey baby, | you can | stand. |
I been meek and hard like an oak, |
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke. |
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear, |
if you want me, honey baby, I'll be here. |
Like your smile and your fingertips, |
like the way that you move your lips. |
I like the cool way you look at me, |
everything about you is bringing me misery. |
Little red wagon, little red bike, |
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like. |
I like the way you love me strong and slow, |
I'm taking you with me, honey baby, when I go. |
Life is sad, life is a bust, |
all you can do is do what you must. |
You do what you must do and you do it well, |
I'll do it for you, honey baby, can't you tell. |
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 | G | |
and | midnights broken | toll → we | ducked inside |
C9 | D | G | |
the | doorway | thunder | crashing (notes: B C D G...) |
G | C9 | G | C9 | |
As | majestic bells of | bolts → 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 | |
and we | gazed upon the | chimes of | freedom | flashing |
(notes: B C D G...) |
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 |
Even though the cloud's white curtain |
in a far off corner flashed |
and the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting |
Electric lights still struck like arrows |
fired but 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 |
Starry eyes and laughing |
as I recall when we were caught |
can't find no track 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 |
{columns:2} |
D |
They're selling postcards of the hanging. |
G | D | |
They're p | ainting the passports | brown. |
A7 | |
The | beauty parlour's filled with sailors. |
G | D |
The circus is in town | . |
Here comes the blind commissoner. |
G | D | |
They've | got him in a | trance. |
A7 | |
One | hand's tied to the tightrope walker. |
G | D |
The other is in his | pants. |
G | |
And the | riot squad they're restless |
D | |
They | need some where to go. |
D | A7 | |
As | lady and I look | out tonight |
G | D |
On Desolation | Row. |
Cinderella she seem so easy. |
It takes on to know one she smiles. |
Then puts her hand in her back pocket, |
Betty davis style. |
Then in comes Romeo he's moaning. |
You Belong to me I believe. |
And someone says your in the wrong place my friend |
You better leave. |
And the only sound that's left |
After the ambulances go. → Is Cinderella sweeping up |
On Desolation Row. |
Now the moon is almost hidden |
The stars are beginning to hide |
The fortune telling lady |
Has already taken all her things inside. |
All except for Cane and Able |
And the Hunch Back of Notre Dame |
Everyone is making love → Or else expecting rain |
And the good samaritan he's dressing |
He's gettin ready for the show. |
He's going to the carinval → Tonight on Desolation Row. |
Now Ophelia she's 'neath the window. |
For her I feel so afraid. |
On her twenty-second birthday |
She already is an old maid. |
To her death is quite romantic. |
She wears an iron vest. |
Her profession's her religion, |
Her sin is her lifelessness. |
And though her eyes are fixed upon |
Noah's great rainbow → She spends her time peeking |
Into Desolation Row. |
Einstein disguised as Robin Hood |
With his memories in a trunk → Passed this way an hour ago |
With his friend a jealous monk. |
He looked so frightful → As he bummed a cigarette |
Then went off sniffing drain pipes |
And reciting the alphabet. |
No you would not think to look at him |
That he was famous long ago → For playing electric violin |
On Desolation Row. → {column_break} |
Doctor filth he keeps his word |
Inside a leather cup → But all his sexless patients |
Are trying to blow it up. → Now his nurse a local looser |
She's in charge of the cyanaide hole |
And she also keeps the cards that read |
Have mercy on his soul. |
They all play on penny whistles |
You can hear them blow |
If you lean your head out far enough |
From Desolation Row |
Across the street they've nailed the curtains |
They're gettin ready for the feast |
The phantom of the opera → A perfect image of a priest |
They're spoon feedin Casonova |
To get him to feel more assured |
Then they'll killed him with self confidence |
After poisoning him with words |
And the phantom shouting to skinning girls |
Get outta her don't you know |
Casanova is just being punished |
For going to Desolation Row. |
Now at midnight all the agents |
And the superhuman crews → Round up everyone |
That knows more than they do. |
Then they bring them to the factory |
Where the heart attack machines |
Is strapped across their shoulders |
And then the kerosene |
Is brought down from the castles |
By insurance men that go |
Check to see that nobody is escaping |
To Desolation Row |
Praise be to Nero's Neptune → The Titanic sails at dawn |
And everybody shouting → Which side are you on |
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot |
Fighting in the captains tower |
While calypso signers laugh at them |
And fishermen hold flowers |
Between the windows of the sea |
Where lovely mermaids flow |
And nobody has to think too much |
About Desolation Row |
Yes I received your letter yesterday |
About the time the door knob broke. |
When you asked me how I was → Was that some kind of joke. |
All those people that you mention |
Yes I know them they're quite lame. |
I had to rearrange their faces |
And give them all another name. |
Right now I can't read too good |
Don't send me no more letters no. |
Not unless you mail them from |
Desolation Row. |
Capo 1 |
D | |
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel |
Thin man lookin' at his last meal |
G | D | |
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfi | eld |
G | D | |
For dig-ni-ty |
D | |
Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass |
young man lookin' in the shadows that pass |
G | D | |
poor man lookin' through painted | glass |
G | D | |
For dignity |
A | |
Somebody got murdered on New |
Year's Eve |
G | |
Somebody said dignity was the |
D | |
first to leave |
G | F#m | |
I went into the city, | went into |
the town |
Em | |
went into the land of the midnight |
A | |
sun |
D | |
Searchin' high, searchin' low |
Searchin' everywhere I know |
G | |
Askin' the cops wherever I go |
G | D | |
Have you seen Dignity? |
Blind man breakin' out of a trance |
Puts both his hands in the pocket of |
chance |
Hopin' to find one circumstance |
Of dignity |
I went to the wedding of Mary-lou |
She said " I don't want nobody see me |
talkin' to you" |
Said she could get killed if she told me |
what she knew |
About dignity |
I went down where the vultures |
feed |
I would've gone deeper, but there |
wasn't any need |
Heard the tongues of angels and the |
tongues of men |
Wasn't any difference to me |
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade |
House on fire, debts unpaid |
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the |
maid |
Have you seen dignity |
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears |
In a crowded room full of covered up |
mirrors |
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years |
For Dignity |
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the |
blues |
Said he'd give me information if his name |
wasn't used |
He wanted money up front, said he was |
abused → By dignity |
Footprints runnin' cross the silver |
sand |
Steps goin' down into tatoo land |
I met the sons of darkness and the |
sons of light |
In the bordertowns of despair |
Got no place to fade, got no coat |
I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat |
Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote |
About dignity |
Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure |
Lookin' at his hands for the lines that |
were |
And into every masterpiece of literature |
For dignity |
Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind |
Combin' his hair back, his future looks |
thin |
Bites the bullet and he looks within |
For dignity |
Someone showed me a picture and I |
just laughed |
Dignity never been photographed |
I went into the red, went into the |
black |
Into the valley of dry bone dreams |
So many roads, So much at stake |
So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the |
lake |
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take |
To find dignity |
C | G | Am |
Well it ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why babe |
F | C | G |
If you don't know by | now |
C | G | Am |
And it ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why babe |
D7 | G | G7 |
It don't matter any | how |
C | C7 |
When your rooster crows at the | break of dawn |
F | D7 |
Look out your window and | I'll be gone |
C | G/B | Am | F |
You're the | reason I'm | travelling | on |
C | G | C | |
But | don't think | twice it's | alright |
And it ain't no use in turning on your light babe |
That light I never knowed |
And it ain't no use in turning on your light babe |
I'm on the dark side of the road |
I wish there was something you would do or say |
To try and make me change my mind and stay |
But we never did too much talking anyway |
So don't think twice it's alright |
And it ain't no use in calling out my name babe |
Like you never did before |
Ain't no use in calling out my name babe |
I can't hear you any more |
I'm thinking and a-wondering, walking down the road |
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told |
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul |
But don't think twice it's alright |
I'm walking down that long lonesome road babe |
Where I'm bound I can't tell |
But goodbye is too good a word babe |
So I'll just say fare thee well |
I ain't saying you treated me unkind |
You could have doen better but I don't mind |
You just kinda wasted my precious time |
But don't think twice it's alright |
Intro: C C/B Am F / C C/B F F |
C | C/B | Am | F | C | C/B |
Come baby, | find me | , come baby, re | mind me | of where I |
F | F | |
once begun | . |
C | C/B | Am | F | C |
Come baby, | show me | , show me you k | now me, | tell me |
C/B | F | F | |
yo | u're the on | e. |
Am | F | C | F |
I could be | learning, | you could be yearning | to see |
C | G | G11 | G | |
behind cl | osed do | ors. |
C | C/B | Am | F | C | G11 | C | C | |
But | I will | always | be e | mo | tion | ally yo | urs. |
Come baby, rock me, come baby, lock me into the shadows of |
your heart. |
Come baby, teach me, come baby, reach me, let the music |
start. |
I could be dreaming but I keep believing you're the one I'm |
living for. |
And I will always be emotionally yours. |
Fmaj7 | Fmaj7 | C | C |
It's like my who | le life never happened | , |
Fmaj7 | Fmaj7 | C |
When I see you, | it's as if I never had a thoug | ht. |
C | |
E7 | E7 | Am | Am |
I know this dre | am, it might be cr | azy, |
D7 | D7 | G11 | G |
But it's the | only one I've | got. |
Come baby, shake me, come baby, take me, I would be |
satisfied. |
Come baby, hold me, come baby, help me, my arms are open |
wide. |
I could be unraveling wherever I'm traveling, even to |
foreign shores. |
But I will always be emotionally yours. |
C | |
1) | Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride, ah hah |
G7 | |
Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride, ah | hah |
C | |
Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride, |
F | C | |
With a | sword and a pistol by his side, ah | hah, ah |
G7 | C | |
hah, ah | hah |
2) He road right up to Miss Mousie's door, ah hah, |
(repeat) |
Gave three loud raps, and a bad big roar, ah hah, ah |
hah, ah hah |
3) Said Miss Mouse, are you within' ah hah, (repeat) |
Yes I am, I sit and spin' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah |
4) Took Miss Mousie on his knee' ah hah (repeat) |
Said Miss Mousie, will you marry me' ah hah, ah hah, ah |
hah |
5) Without my Uncle Rat's concent' ah hah (repeat) |
I wouldn't marry the president' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah |
6) Uncle Rat laughed, and he shook his fat sides' ah hah |
(repeat) |
To think his niece, would be a bride' ah hah, ah hah, ah |
hah |
7) Uncle Rat went runnin, down town' ah hah (repeat) |
To buy his niece, a wedding gown' ah hah, ah hah, ah |
hah |
8) Where shall the wedding supper be' ah hah (repeat) |
Way down yonder, in the hollow tree' ah hah, ah hah, ah |
hah |
9) What shall the wedding supper be' ah hah (repeat) |
Fried Msquito, and a Black Eyed pea, ah hah, ah hah, ah |
hah |
10) First to come in was a Flyin Moth' ah hah (repeat) |
She layed out, the table cloth' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah |
11) Next to come in was a Juney Bug' ah hah (repeat) |
She brought, the water jug' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah |
12) Next to come in was a Bumbly Bee' ah hah (repeat) |
Sat Ms,Qutio on his Knee' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah |
13) Next to come in was a Broken Back Flea' ah hah |
(repeat) |
Danced a jig, with the Bumbly bee' ah hah, ah hah, ah |
hah |
14) Next to come in was Mrs. Cow' ah hah (repeat) |
She tried to dance, but she didn't know how' ah hah, ah |
hah, ah hah |
15) Next to come in was a Little Black Tic' ah hah |
(repeat) |
She ate so much, made her sick ah hah, ah hah, ah hah |
16) Next to come in was the Big Black Snack' ah hah |
(repeat) |
Ate up all of the wedding cake' ah hah, ah hah, ah hah |
17) Next to come in was the Old Gray Cat' ah hah (repeat) |
Swallowed the mouse, and ate up the rat' ah hah, ah |
hah, ah hah |
18) Mr.Frog went a-hoppin, up over the broke' ah hah |
(repeat) |
A Lily White Dove, came and swallowed him up' ah hah, |
ah hah, ah hah |
19) Little piece of Corn Bread, layin on the shelf' ah hah |
(repeat) |
If you want anymore, you can sing it yourself' ah hah, |
ah hah, ah hah |
G | D | C | Am |
I woke up this | morning, → There were | tears in my | bed. |
G | D |
They killed a man I | really loved, |
C | Am |
Shot him through the | head. |
G | D | C | Am |
Lord, | Lord | they cut George Jackson | down. |
G | D | C | G |
Lord, | Lord | they laid him in the | ground. |
Sent him off to prison, |
For a seventy dollar robbery. |
Closed the door behind him, → And they threw away the key. |
Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down. |
Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground |
He wouldn't take shit from noone, |
He wouldn't bow down or kneel. |
The authorities they hated him, |
Beacuse he was just too real. |
Lord Lord so they cut George Jackson down. |
Lord Lord they laid him in the ground. |
The prison guards they cursed him, |
As they watched him from above. |
But they were frightened of his power, |
They were scared of his love. |
Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down. |
Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground. |
Sometimes I think this whole world, |
Is one big prison yard. → Some of us are prisoners, |
The rest of us are guards. |
Lord Lord they cut George Jackson down. |
Lord Lord they laid him in the ground. |
G | C | D | G | |
Well, if you're | travellin' in the | north | country | fair, |
G |
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline |
C | G | |
Remember me | to one who lives | there |
G | C | D | G |
She once was a | true | love of | mine. |
Well, if you go in the snowflake storm |
When the rivers freeze and summer ends |
Please see she has a coat so warm |
To keep her from the howlin' winds. |
Please see for me if her hair hangs long |
If it rolls and flows all down her breast, |
Please see for me if her hair hangs long, |
That's the way I remember her best. |
I'm a wonderin' if she remembers me at all |
Many times I've often prayed → In the darkness of my night |
In the brightness of my day. |
So if you're travellin' in the north country fair, |
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline |
Remember me to one who lives there, |
She once was a true love of mine. |
Bb |
Praying in the ghetto with my face in the cement. |
Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the |
innocent. |
Felt around for the light switch, felt around for her |
face. |
Been treated like a farm animal on a wild goose chase. |
Eb | |
West of the Jordan, |
Bb | |
East of the Rock of Gibral | tar. |
F | |
I see the | turning of the page, |
Eb | |
The | rising of a new age. |
Bb | Db | Eb | F | Bb | |
See the | groom | still | waiting | at the | altar. |
Bb |
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery, |
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your silence for |
snobbery. |
Got the message this morning the one that was sent to me |
About the madness of becoming what one was never meant to |
be. |
Chorus |
Bb |
I don't know what I could say about Claudette that |
wouldn't come back → to haunt me. |
Finally had to give her up about the time she began to want |
me. |
But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and |
humiliated. |
I'd have done anything for that woman if she'd only made me |
feel obligated. |
Chorus |
Bb |
Put your hand on my head, baby. Do I have a |
temperature? |
I see people who are supposed to know better standing |
around like → furniture. |
There's a wall between you and what you want; you got to |
leap it. |
Tonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won't |
have the power to → keep it. |
Chorus |
Bb |
City's on fire, phone's out of order. |
They're killing nuns and soldiers, there's fighting on the |
border. |
What can I say about Claudette? Ain't seen her since |
January. |
She could be respectably married or running a whorehouse in |
Beunos Aires. |
Db | |
Chorus → # | = G capo 6 |
Am | F | Am | F |
Am | F |
Pistol shots ring out in the bar | room night |
Am | F |
enter Patty Valentine from the | upper hall |
Am | F |
She sees the bartender in a | pool of blood |
Am | F |
Cries out "My God they killed | them all!" |
C | F |
Here comes the story of the | Hurricane, |
C | F |
The man the authorities cam | e to blame |
Dm | C |
for something that he never | done |
Dm | C |
Put in a prison cell but | one time |
Em | Am | F | C | G | Am |
he could have been | the | champion of the worl | d |
F | Am | F | |
Three bodied lying there does Patty see |
and another man named Bello moving mysteriously |
"I didn't do it" he says, and he throws up his hands |
"I was only robbin the register, I hope you understand |
I saw them leavin," he says and he stops |
One of us had better call the cops |
so Patty calls the cops |
and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin |
in the hot New Jersey night |
Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town |
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around |
number one contender for the middleweight crown |
had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down |
when a cop pulled him over on the side of the road |
just like the time before and the time before that |
in Paterson that just the ways things go |
If you black you might as well not show up on the streets |
Less you wanna draw the heat |
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops |
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin around |
He said "I saw two men runnin out, they looked like |
middleweights |
They jumped into a white car with out of state plates" |
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head |
Cop said "Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead" |
so they took him to the infirmary |
and although this man could hardly see |
they told him that he could identify the guilty men |
Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in |
Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs |
the wounded man looks up though his one dying eye |
says "why'd you bring him here for? he ain't the guy!" |
Yes, here the story of the Hurricane |
The man the authorities came to blame |
for something that he never done |
put in a prison cell but one time he could've been |
the champion of the world |
Four months later the ghetto's in flame |
Rubin's in South America fightin for his name |
while Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game |
and the cops are puttin the screw to him looking for |
somebody to blame |
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?" |
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" |
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?" |
"Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running |
that night?" |
"Don't forget that you are white" |
Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure" |
Cops said "A poor boy like you could really use a break |
We got you for the motel job and were talking to your |
friend Bello |
Now you don't want to ave to go back to jail, be a nice |
fellow |
You'll be doin' society a favor |
That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver |
We want to put his ass in the stir |
We want to pin this trip murder on him |
He ain't ne Gentleman Jim" |
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch |
he never did like to talk about it all that much |
It's my work he'd say, I do it for pay |
and when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way |
up to some paradise |
where the trout streams flow and the air is nice |
and ride a horse along a trail |
but then they took him to the jail house |
where they try to make a man into a mouse |
All of Rubin's card were marked in advance |
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance |
the judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums |
to the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum |
but to the black folks he was a crazy nigger |
no one doubted that he pulled the trigger |
and though they could not produce the gun |
the D.A. said he was the one who did the deed |
And the all-white jury agreed |
Rubin Carter was falsely tried |
the crime was murder "one", guess who testified? |
Bello and Bradley and the both badly lied |
and the newspapers all went along for the ride |
how can the life of such a man |
be in the palm of some fool's hand? |
to see him obviously framed |
couldn't help but be ashamed to live in a land |
where justice is a game |
Now all the criminal in their coats and their ties |
are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise |
while Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell |
and innocent man in a living hell |
that's the story of the Hurricane |
but it won't be over till they clear him name |
and give him back the time he's done |
put in a prison cell but one time he could've been |
the champion of the world. |
Am | C | G |
Been | so l | ong since a strange woman slept in my bed, |
D | Am | C | G |
See how sweet she sleeps, → | How fr | ee | must be her dreams. |
Am | C | G |
In an | othe | r lifetime she must of owned the world, |
G |
Or been faithfully wed, |
D |
To some righteous king who wrote love songs, |
Am | C | G |
Beside | m | oonlit streams, |
Am | G | D | Am |
I and I, in | Creation where one's | nature neither | honors |
C | G | |
nor forgives | , |
Am | G | D | Am |
I and I, O | ne said to the | other, no mans | sees my face |
and lives. |
Took an untrodden path once where the swift don't win the |
race, → It goes to the worthy, |
Who can can divine the word of truth. |
It took a stranger to see teach me, |
To look into justices' beautiful face. |
And to see an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. |
I and I, in Creation where one's nature neither honors nor |
forgives, |
I and I, One said to the other, no mans sees my face and |
lives. |
Think I'll go out, → An' go for a walk. |
Not much happening here, |
But then again nothin' ever does. |
Besides if she wakes up now, → She'll just want me to talk, |
An I got nothing to say, |
Specially about what ever it was. |
I and I, in Creation where one's nature neither honors nor |
forgives, |
I and I, One said to the other, no mans sees my face and |
lives. |
E | F#m | G#m |
They say everything can be re | placed, | that every |
F#m | B | E | |
distance | is not | near |
E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B |
So I remember every | face, | of every | man who's | put me |
E | |
here |
Chorus: |
E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | |
I | see my light come | shining, | from the | west un | to |
E | |
the | east |
E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | E | |
Any day now, | any way now, | I sh | all | be re | elased |
E | F#m | G#m | F#m |
They say every man needs pro | tection, | that every | man |
B | E | |
must | rise and | fall |
E | F#m | G#m | F#m |
Yet I swear I see my re | flection, | somewhere so | high |
B | E | |
a | bove this | wall |
Chorus: |
E | F#m | G#m |
Yonder stands a man in this | lonely crowd, | a man who |
F#m | B | E | |
swears he's | not to | blame |
E | F#m | G#m |
All day long I hear him | shouting so loud, | he's crying |
F#m | B | E | |
out that | he was | framed |
Am | B | |
Som | eone's got it in for me, th | ey're planting stories in |
E | |
the pr | ess |
Am | B | |
Wh | oever it is I wish they'd cut it out but w | hen they will |
E | |
I can only g | uess |
C#m | G#m | F#m | |
They s | ay I shot a ma | n named Gray and to | ok his wife to |
E | |
I | taly |
C#m | G#m | F#m | E | |
S | he inherited a m | illion bucks and w | hen she died it ca | me |
G#m | A | |
to me → I can't he | lp it if I'm lu | cky |
People see me all the time and they just can't remember how |
to act |
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted |
facts |
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at |
I couldn't believe after all these years |
You didn't know me better than that, sweet lady |
CHORUS #1: |
E | A | E | |
I | diot wind, bl | owing every time you move your m | outh |
A | B | |
Blo | wing down the backroads headin' so | uth |
E | A | E | |
I | diot wind, blow | ing every time you move your t | eeth |
A | B | |
You're an idiot ba | be, it's a won | der that you still know |
E | |
how to br | eathe |
I ran into the fortune teller, who said beware of lightning |
that might strike |
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't |
remember what it's |
like There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' |
out of a boxcar door |
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done |
In the final end he won the war after losin' every battle |
I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things |
sometimes are |
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are |
makin' me see |
stars You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the |
truth with lies |
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your |
eyes → Blood on your saddle |
CHORUS #2: |
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb |
Blowing through the curtains in your room |
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth |
You're an idiot, babe, it's a wonder that you still know |
how to breathe |
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke |
us apart |
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to |
change my heart |
Now everything's a little upside down |
As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped |
What's good is bad, what's bad is good |
You'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the |
bottom |
I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally |
made you blind |
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed |
Your eyes don't look into mine |
The priest wore black on the seventh day |
And sat stone faced while the building burned |
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress |
trees |
While the springtime turned slowly into autumn |
CHORUS #3: |
Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull |
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol |
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth |
You're an idiot, babe, it's a wonder that you still know |
how to breathe |
I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books |
you've read |
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was |
somebody else |
instead Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road |
to ecstasy |
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory |
And all your ragin' glory |
I been double crossed now for the very last time and now |
I'm finally free |
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline |
Which separated you from me |
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise |
above |
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or |
your kind of love |
And it makes me feel so sorry |
CHORUS #4: |
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats |
Blowing through the letters that we wrote |
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves |
We're idiots, babe, it's a wonder we can even feed |
ourselves |
Intro |
E | A | E | A | G#m | F#m | E | A |
E | A | E | A | |
If not for | you, | Babe I couldn't | find the door, |
E | |
Couldn't even | see → the floor, |
A | G#m | F#m | E | A | E | A |
I'd be sad and | blue, | If not for | you. |
E | A | E | A | |
If not for | you, | Babe I'd lay a | wake all night, |
E | |
Wait for the | morning → light |
A | G#m | F#m |
To shine in | through, |
G#m | F#m | E | A | E | |
But it would not be | new, | If not for | you. |
A | |
Chorus |
A | E | B |
If not for you, | my sky would fall; | rain would gather, |
E | |
too. |
A | E |
Without your love I'd be | nowhere at all |
F# | B | A | G#m | F#m |
Oh! What would I | do if | not for |
B | A | G#m | F#m | E | A |
E | A | E | A | |
If not for | you, | Winter would | have no spring, |
E | |
Couldn't hear a | robin → sing, |
A | G#m | F#m |
I just wouldn't have a | clue, |
G#m | F#m | E | A | |
Anyway it wouldn't ring | true, | If not for | you. |
E | A | |
If not for | you. |
Chorus |
E | A | E | A | |
If not for | you, | Babe I couldn't | find the door, |
E | |
Couldn't even | see → the floor, |
A | G#m | F#m | E | A | E | A |
I'd be sad and | blue, | If not for | you. |
Repeat 4x, End on E |
Intro → A-V G-III A-V G-III D |
D | G | D | A | D |
If you see her | say hell | o, she | might be in Tan | giers |
G | D | C | |
She left here last | early | spring, is living there I | hear |
A | |
Bm | G | D |
Say for me that | I'm al | right, though things get kind of |
G | |
slow |
Bm | D | G | |
She might | think that I've for | gotten her, don't | tell her |
D | |
it isn't | so |
D | G | D | A | D |
We had a | falling | out, like | lovers often | will |
G | D | |
And to think of how she | left that | night, it still brings |
C | A | |
me a | chill |
Bm | G | D | G | |
And | though our sepa | rat | ion, it pierced me to the | heart |
Bm | D | G | D |
She still lives in | side of me, we've | never been a | part |
D | G | D | A | D |
If you get | close to | her, | kiss her once for | me |
G | D | |
I always have re | spected | her, for doin' what she did and |
C | A | |
gettin | free |
Bm | G | D | G | |
What | ever makes her | happy | , I won't stand in the | way |
Bm | D | G | |
Tho' the | bitter taste still | lingers on from the | night I |
D | |
tried to make her | st → ay |
D | G | D | A | D |
I see a lot of | peo | ple, | as I make the | rounds |
G | D | |
And I hear her name | here and | there as I go from town to |
C | A | |
town |
Bm | G | D | |
And I've | never gotten | used to | it, I've just learned to |
G | |
turn it | off |
Bm | D | G | D |
Maybe I'm too | sensitive, or | else I'm gettin | soft |
D | G | D | A | D |
Sundown, | yellow | moon, | I replay the | past |
G | D | C | A | |
I know every | scene by | heart, it all went by so | fast |
Bm | G | D |
If she's goin' | back this | way, I'm not that hard to |
G | |
find |
Bm | D | G | D |
Tell her she can | look me up | if she's got the | time |
D | |
[A-V] [G-III] [A-V] [G-III] |
Bb | Ab | Eb | Bb |
I married | Isis on the | fifth day of | May |
Ab | Eb | Bb | |
But I could not hold | on to her | very long |
Ab | Eb | Bb | |
So I cut off my | hair and I ro | de straight aw | ay |
Ab | Eb | Bb | |
For the wild unkown co | untry where I co | uld not go wr | ong |
I came to a high place of darkness and light |
The dividing line ran through the centre of town |
So I hitched up my pony to a post on the right |
Went into a laundry to wash my clothes down |
A man in the corner approached me for a match |
I knew right away he was not ordinary |
He said "Are you lookin' for something easy to catch?" |
I said "I ain't got no money",He said "That ain't |
necessary". |
We set out that night for the cold in the North. |
I gave him my blanket, he gave me his word |
I said, "Where are we goin'?" He said we'd be back by the |
fourth. |
I said "That's the best news I ever heard." |
I was thinking about turquiose I was thinking about gold. |
I was thhinking about diamonds and the worlds biggest |
necklace. |
As we rode through the canyons, through the devilish cold, |
I was thinking about Isis, how sh thought I was so |
reckless. |
How she told me that one day we'd meet up again, |
And thing would be different the next time we wed. |
If I only hang on and just be her friend. |
I still can't remember all the best things she said. |
We came to the pyramids all embedde in ice. |
He said "There's a body I'm trying to find, |
If I carry it out it'll fetch a good price." |
Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind. |
The wind it was howling and the snow was outrageous. |
We chopped throught he night and we chopped throught he |
dawn. |
When he died I was hopong that it wasn't contagious, |
But I made up my mind that I had to go on. |
I broke into the tomb but the casket was empty |
There were no jewels no nothing, I felt I'd been had. |
When I saw that my partner was just being friendly, |
When I took up his offer I must-a been mad |
I picked up his body and I dragged it inside, |
Threw down into the hole and I put back the cover. |
I said a quick prayer and I felt satified |
Then I rode back to Isis just to tell her I love her. |
She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise. |
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed. |
I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes. |
I cursed one time then rode on ahead. |
She said "Where ya been?" I said "No place special." |
She said "You look different." I said "Well I guess." |
She said "You been gone." I said "That's only natural." |
She said "You gonna stay." I said "Well if you want me to |
yes." |
Isis oh Isis you're a mystical child |
What drives me to you is what drives me insane |
I still can remember the way that you smiled |
On the fifth day of May in the drizziling rain. |
G | C | G | D | G |
Go 'way from my | window | leave at your | own chosen | speed |
G | C | G | D |
I'm not the one you | want, Babe, I'm | not the | one you |
G | |
need. |
Bm | Am | Bm | |
You | say you're looking | for someone never | weak but always |
Am | |
strong |
Bm | Am | Bm | |
To pro | tect you and de | fend you whether | you are right or |
Am | |
wrong |
C | D | |
Some | one to open each and every | door |
G | |
But it ain't | me, Babe, |
C | D | G |
No, no, | no, it ain't | me, Babe, |
C | D | G | |
It ain't | me you're | looking | for, Babe. |
Go lightly from the ledge, Babe, go lightly on the ground, |
I'm not the one you want, Babe, I will only let you down. |
You say you're looking for someone |
who will promise never to part |
Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his |
heart |
Someone who will die for you and more |
But it ain't me, Babe, |
No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe, |
It ain't me you're looking for, Babe. |
Go melt back in the night, Babe, |
everything inside is made of stone, |
There's nothing in here moving and anyway I'm not alone |
You say you're looking for someone |
Who'll pick you up each time you fall, |
To gather flowers constantly and to come each time you |
call |
A love of your life and nothing more |
But it ain't me, Babe, |
No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe, |
It ain't me you're looking for, Babe. |
A | A | A | |
Well, I | ride on a mail train, baby | , | can't buy a |
A | A | |
thrill |
A | A | A | A | |
I been | up all night, | leanin' on the window | sill |
A | A/G | D | E | E | |
Well, | if I | die on | top of the | hill |
A | A | A | |
Well, if | I don't make it mama, | you know my baby | will |
Don't the moon look good mama, shinin' through the trees |
Don't the brakemen look good mama, flaggin' down the double |
E's |
Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea |
But don't my gal look fine when she's comin' after me |
Now the wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with |
frost |
I went to tell everybody, but I could not get across |
I wanna be your lover baby, I don't wanna be your boss |
Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost |
Am | G |
You must leave now take what you need you | think will |
last |
Am | G |
But whatever you wish to keep you better | grab it fast |
Am | G |
Yonder stands your orphan with his | gun |
Am | G |
Crying like a fire in the | sun. |
Em | D |
Look out the Saints are comin' | through |
Am | D | G |
And it's all over | now, Baby | Blue. |
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense |
Take what you have gathered from coincidence |
The empty handed painter from your streets |
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets |
This sky too, is folding under you |
And it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home |
All your reindeer armies, are all going home |
The lover who just walked out your door |
Has taken all his blankets from the floor |
The carpet too, is moving under you |
And it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
Leave your stepping stone behind, something calls for you |
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you |
The vagabond who's rapping at your door |
Is standing in the clothes that you one wore |
Strike another match, go start anew |
And it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
Bb | BbM7 |
Standin' on the water | casting your bread, |
Cm/Bb | F/Bb |
While the eyes of the idol with the | iron head are |
Bb | Eb/Bb | |
glow | ing. |
Bb | BbM7 |
Distant ships sailin' | into the mist, |
Cm/Bb | F/Bb | |
You were | born with a snake in both of your | fists, |
Bb | |
While a hurricane was | blowing. |
Cm7 | F | Bb |
Freedom, just | around the corner for you. |
Cm7 | F | Bb | |
But with trut | h so far off, | what good would it do | ? |
Eb | |
{soc:Chorus} |
F | Eb |
Jokerman dance to the | nightingale's tune. |
Bb | F/A | Eb/G | Eb |
Bird fly | high by the | light of the | moon. |
Bb/D | Eb6 | F | Bb |
Oh, oh, | oh | Jok | erman. |
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky, |
You rise up and say goodbye to no one. |
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, |
Both of their futures so full of dread, |
You don't show one. |
Shedding off one more layer of skin. |
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within. |
Chorus |
You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds, |
Manipulator of crowds, → You're a dream twister. |
You go to Sodom and Gomorrah, but what do you care? |
Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister. |
A friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame. |
You look into the fiery furnace - see the rich man without |
any name. |
Chorus |
Well the book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, |
The law of the jungle and the sea, |
Are your only teachers. |
In the smoke of the twilight --- on a milk-white steed, |
Michelangelo indeed could have carved out your features. |
Resting in the fields far from the turbulent space. |
Half asleep neath the stars with a small dog licking your |
face. |
Chorus |
Well the (mafia?) man stalkin' the sick and the lame, |
Preacher man seeks the same, |
Who'll get there first is uncertain. |
Matchsticks and water cannons --- teargas, padlocks, |
Molotav cocktails and rocks, → Behind every curtain. |
False-hearted judges dyin' in the webs that they spin. |
Only a matter of time til night comes steppin' in. |
Chorus |
It's a shadowy world - skies are slippery grey, |
A woman just gave birth to a prince today, |
And dressed him in scarlet. |
He'll put the priest in his pocket - put the blade to the |
heat, |
Take the motherless children off the street, |
And place them at the feet of a harlot. |
Oh Jokerman you know what he wants. |
Oh Jokerman you don't show any response. |
Chorus |
F | Bb | C7 | F | |
No | body | feels | any pa | in |
Bb | C7 | F | |
Tonight as I s | tand | inside the rai | n |
Bb | C7 | B7 | C7 |
Everybody k | nows → | That Baby's got new c | lothes |
Bb | Am | Gm | F | C7 | |
But la | te- | ly | I s | ee her | ribbons and her bows |
Dm | F | Bb | C11 | C7 | C9 | C7 | |
Have f | allen fr | om | her c | urls |
Chorus: |
C7 | F | Am | Gm | F | Bb |
She ta | kes j | ust l | ike | a | woman, yes, she does |
F | Am | Gm | F | Bb | |
She ma | kes love j | ust l | ike | a | woman, yes, she does |
F | Am | Gm | F | B | |
And she ac | hes j | ust l | ike | 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 |
F | |
And I was dying of thirst → 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 | C11 | C7 | C9 | C7 |
I can't | stay in her | e | → | Ain't it | cle | ar | 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 |
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 | late | ly | I s | ee 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 |
C | |
thirst → 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 |
Intro: |
D9 | D | D | D | C | C | C | G | C |
1 | & 2 & 3 & | 4 & | 1 | & 2 & 3 & | 4 & | 1 | & 2 & 3 & | 4 & |
C | G | |
1 | & 2 & 3 & 4 & |
G | C | |
When you're | lost in the rain, in Juarez, | and it's |
G | |
Eastertime | too |
G | C | |
When your | gravity fails, and nega | tivity don't pull you |
G | |
through |
C | |
Don't | put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue |
G | |
Ave | nue |
D | C | |
They've got some | hungry women there and they'll | really |
G | |
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 |
G | D | Am |
Mama take | this badge from | me |
G | D | C |
'Cause I can't use | it any | more |
G | D | Am |
It's getting dark, | too dark to | see |
G | D | C |
feels like I'm | knocking on heaven's | door |
C |
hay hay - hay hay hay |
G | D | C |
knock, knock, | 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 do-o-or |
Mama put those guns to the ground |
'Cause I can't shoot them anymore |
That cold black cloud is comin' down |
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door |
hay hay - hay hay hay |
knock, knock, 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 do-o-or. |
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 stan | ding 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 |
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 d | oom |
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 | |
She say | who gonna take a | way his license to | kil | l |
C | |
** |
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 | F | C |
Heartbreaker, backbreaker → | Leave no stone un | turned |
Am | |
May be an | actor in a plot |
C | |
That might be | all that you got |
Dm | G | |
Till your | error you clearly l | earn |
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 |
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 |
You used to | laugh about | Everybody that was |
D | |
hangin' out, |
C | Em7 | Am7 | G | C | Em7 | Am7 |
But now you | don't | talk so | loud, | Now you | don't | seem |
G | |
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 |
To be on you | r own. | With no direct | ion |
C | D | |
h | ome | . |
D | G | C | D | D | G |
A complete unk | nown. | Like a rollin' |
C | D | |
ston | e. |
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. |
Alternativ chords: |
C | Dm |
Once upon a time you d | ressed so fine |
Em | F |
You threw the bums a dime | in your prime |
G |
Didn't you? |
F | G | F | G |
You used to l | augh about e | verybody that was h | anging out |
F | Em | Dm | C | F | Em | Dm | C |
Now you | don't | talk so | loud → | Now you | don't | seem so | proud |
Dm7 | F | G |
About having to be s | crounging for your next | meal |
C | F | G | |
How does it | feel |
Original tone but Can be easily transposed into much |
simpler chords like |
Am - E - D or something like that |
chorus → Chorus |
Em | |
M | an gave name to all the animals, |
B | Em | |
In the beg | inning, in the begi | nning. |
Man gave name to all the animals, |
B | Em | |
In the beg | inning, long time ag | o. |
Em | B | |
He s | aw an animal that liked to gr | owl, |
Em | |
Big fury paws and he liked to h | owl. |
A | |
Great big fury back and fury h | air, |
B | Em |
Ah, ' think I'll call it a be | ar. |
chorus |
He saw an animal up on the hill, |
Chewing up so much grass until she was filled. |
He saw milk coming out, → But he didn't know how, |
Ah, ' think I'll call it a cow. |
chorus |
He saw an animal that liked to snort, |
Horns on his head and they weren't too short, |
It looked like there was nothin' that he couldn't pull, |
Ah, ' think I'll call it a bull. |
chorus |
He saw an animal leavin' a muddy trail, |
Real dirty face and a curly tail, |
He wasn't too small, and he wasn't too big, |
Ah, ' think I'll call it a pig. |
chorus |
Next animal that he did meet, |
Had wool on his back and hooves on his feet, |
Eating grass on a mountain side so steep, |
Ah, ' think I'll call it a sheep. |
chorus |
He saw an animal as smooth as glass, |
Slithering his way through the grass, |
Saw him disappear by a tree near a lake, |
Ah, ' think I'll call it a snake. |
chorus → chorus |
Am | Am7 | Am |
Am | Am | Am7 | Am | Am | Am | Am7 | Am |
Come you masters | of | war | → | You that build the big g | uns |
Am | Am | Am7 | Am |
You that build the death | pl | anes |
Am | Am | Am7 | Am | Am | Am | Am7 | Am |
You that build all the bom | bs | → | You that hide behind wa | lls |
Am | Am | Am7 | Am |
You that hide behind des | ks |
Am | C | G | F |
I just | want you to | know I can | see through your |
Am | Am7 | Am | |
masks |
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 |
TUNING: D A D F# A D or E B E G# B E |
A/E | E | A/E | E | A/E | E | A/E | E |
[riff] | [riff] | [riff] | [riff2] |
E | A/E | A | E | A/E |
Meet me in the mornin | g, 56 | th and Wabashaw | [riff2] |
E | A/E | |
[riff2] |
A | Asus | A | E | E | A/E |
Meet me in the mornin | g, 56 | th and Waba | shaw | [riff] |
E | A/E | |
[riff] |
B | B | Bb | A | |
Honey | we could be in Kans | as |
E | E | A/E | E | |
By the time the snow begins to th | aw | [riff] | [riff] |
A/E | |
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 |
Chorus: |
C | D | G | Em | |
Hey, Mr. T | ambourine Man, p | lay a song for | me, |
G | C | C | |
I'm not sl | eepy and there | ain't no place I'm g | oing |
to. |
C | D | G | Em | |
Hey, Mr. T | ambourine Man, p | lay a song for | me, |
G | C | D7 | |
In the j | ingle jangle m | orning I'll come f | ollowing |
G | |
y | ou. |
C | D7 | G | |
Though I k | now that evenings e | mpire has re | turned into |
Em | G | Em | |
s | and, → Van | ished from my h | and, |
G | C | D7 | |
Left me bl | indly here to st | and but still not sle | eping. |
C | D7 | G | Em | |
My wea | riness am | azes me, I'm br | anded on my f | eet, |
G | Em | |
I h | ave no one to m | eet, |
G | C | D7 | |
And the an | cient empty str | eet's too dead for dr | eaming. |
Chorus. |
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. |
Chorus. |
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly |
through 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 deep beneath the waves, |
Let me forget about today until tomorrow. |
Chorus. |
C | D | G | C |
Hey, Mr. T | ambourine Man, p | lay a song for | me, |
G | C | Am | C | |
I'm not sl | eepy and there | ain't no | place I'm g | oing to. |
C | D | G | C |
Hey, Mr. T | ambourine Man, p | lay a song for | me, |
G | C | Am | D | G | |
In the j | ingle jangle m | orning | I'll come f | ollowing y | ou. |
C | D | G | |
Though I k | now that evenings e | mpire has re | turned into |
C | |
s | and, |
G | C | |
Van | ished from my h | and, |
G | C | Am | D | |
Left me bl | indly here to st | and but | still not sle | eping. |
C | D | G | C | |
My wea | riness am | azes me, I'm br | anded on my f | eet, |
G | C | |
I h | ave no one to m | eet, |
G | C | Am | D | |
And the an | cient empty str | eet's too | dead for dr | eaming. |
E | E5 | E | E5 |
E | C#m | G#m | A |
Crimson | flames tied | through my ears, rollin' | high & |
B | E | E5 | |
mighty | traps |
E | C#m | G#m | A |
Pounced with | fire on | flaming roads, using | ideas as my |
B | |
maps |
C#m | G#m | A | |
" | We'll meet on edges, | soon," said I, | proud 'neath heated |
B | |
brow. |
Chorus |
E | A | E | |
CHORUS: Ah, | but I was so m | uch ol | der then, |
A | B | E | E5 | E | E5 | |
I'm | younger | than that | now. |
E | C#m | G#m | A |
Half?wracked | prejudice | leaped forth, "Rip | down all |
B | E | E5 | |
hate," I | scream | ed |
E | C#m | G#m | A |
Lies that | life is | black and white, spoke | from my skull. |
B | |
I | dreamed |
C#m | G#m | A |
Romantic facts of | musketeers, foun | dationed deep, |
B | |
some | how |
CHORUS |
Girls' faces formed the forward path, from phony jealousy |
To memorizing politics, of ancient history |
Flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of, though, |
somehow. |
CHORUS |
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. |
CHORUS |
E | C#m | G#m | A |
In a soldier's | stance, I | aimed my hand, at the | mongrel |
B | E | E5 | |
dogs who | teac | h |
E | C#m | G#m | A |
Fearing not that I'd | become my | enemy, in the | instant |
B | |
that I | preach |
C#m | G#m | A |
My pathway led by | confusion boats, | mutiny from stern to |
B | |
bow |
CHORUS |
E | C#m | G#m |
Yes, my guard stood | hard when | abstract threats too |
A | B | E | E5 | |
nobel | to ne | glect |
E | C#m | G#m | A | B |
Deceived me | into | thinking, I had | something to pro | tect |
C#m | G#m | A |
Good and bad, I de | fine these terms, quite | clear, no |
B | |
doubt, some | how. |
CHORUS |
G | Bm | C | G |
Oh sister | when I come, | to ly in your | arms. |
G | Bm | C | G |
You should not | treat me like a | stran | ger. |
G | Bm | C | G |
Our father | would not like the | way that you | act, |
G | Bm | C | G |
And you must | realize the | dan | ger. |
Oh sister am I not a brother to you. |
And one deserving of affection. |
And is our purpose not the same on this earth, |
To love and follow his direction. |
F | C | G |
We grew up | together from the | cradle to the grave. |
F | C | G | D | G |
We died and were re | born and left mys | teriously | saved |
Oh sister when I come to knock on your door |
Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow. |
Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore. |
You may not see me tomorrow. |
Am |
Your Breath is sweet, your eyes are like |
G | |
Two | jewels in the sky |
F |
Your back is straight your hair is smooth |
E | Am | |
On the | pillow where you lie. → | But I don't sense affection |
G | |
No | gratitude or love. |
F | E |
Your loyalty is not me but | to the stars above |
Chorus: |
F | E |
One more cup of coffee for the | road. |
F | E |
One more cup of coffee for I | go, |
Am | G | F | E | |
[N.C.]To the valley be | low. |
Your daddy he's an outlaw → And a wanderer by trade. |
He'll teach you how to pick an choose |
And how to throw the blade. → And he oversees his kingdom |
So no stranger does intrude. |
His voice it trembles as he calls out |
For another plate of food |
Chorus |
Your sister sees the future |
Like your momma and yourself. |
You've never learned to read or write |
There's no books upon your shelf. |
And your pleasure know no limits |
Your voice is like a meadow larks. |
But your heart is like an ocean |
Mysterious and dark. |
Chours |
G | Am | C | G |
You got a | lotta nerve to | say you are my | friend |
D | C | Em7 | D | |
When I was | down | you just | stood there | grinning |
G | Am | C | G |
You got a | lotta nerve to | say you got a helping | hand |
D | C | Em7 | D | |
You just | want to be | on the | side that's | winning |
You say I let you down you know it's not like that |
If you're so hurt why then don't you show it |
You say you lost your faith but that's not where it's at |
You had no faith to lose and you know it |
I know the reason that you talk behind my back |
I used to be among the crowd you're in with |
Do you take me for such a fool to think I'd make contact |
With the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin |
with |
You see me on the street you always act surprised |
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck" but you don't mean it |
When you know as well as me you'd rather see me paralyzed |
Why don't you just come out once and scream it |
No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you |
embrace |
If I was a master thief perhaps I'd rob them |
And now I know you're dissatisfied with your position and |
your place |
Don't you understand it's not my problem |
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my |
shoes |
And just for that one moment I could be you |
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside |
my shoes |
You'd know what a drag it is to see you |
Dm9 | Em | F | C | |
When your | mother | sends back all of your | invi | tations |
Dm9 | Em | F | G7 | |
And your | father to your | sister, he | ex | plains |
C | F | |
That you're | tired of your | self and all of your |
C | Am | |
cre | ations |
C | F | C | F |
Won't you come | see me Queen | Jane |
C | F | C |
Won't you come | see me Queen | Jane |
Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have |
lent you |
And the smell of their roses does not remain |
And all of your children start to resent you |
Won't you come see me Queen Jane |
Won't you come see me Queen Jane |
Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned |
Have died in battle or in vain |
And you're sick of all this repetition |
Won't you come see me Queen Jane |
Won't you come see me Queen Jane |
When all of your advisors heave their plastic |
At your feet to convince you of your pain |
Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more |
drastic |
Won't you come see me Queen Jane |
Won't you come see me Queen Jane |
Now when all the other bandits that you turned the other |
cheek to |
All lay down their bandanas and complain |
And you want somebody you don't have to speak to |
Won't you come see me Queen Jane |
Won't you come see me Queen Jane |
F | C | |
Well, they'll | stone you when you're | trying to be so |
F | |
good |
C | F | C | |
They'll | stone you just | like they said they | would |
Bb | F | Bb | |
They'll | stone you when you're | trying to go | home |
F | C | F | |
And they'll | stone you when you're | there all a | lone |
C | |
But I | would not feel so all alone |
F | C | F |
Everybody | must get | stoned |
Well, they'll stone you when you're at the breakfast table |
They'll stone you when you are young and able |
They'll stone you when you're riding in your car |
And they'll stone you when you're playing your guitar |
But I would not feel so all alone |
Everybody must get stoned |
Well, they'll stone you when you're walking on the street |
They'll stone you when you're tryin' to keep your seat |
They'll stone you when you're tryin' to make a buck |
Then they'll stone you and then they'll say "good luck" |
But I would not feel so all alone |
Everybody must get stoned |
Well, they'll stone you when you're at the breakfast table |
They'll stone you when you are young and able |
They'll stone you and they'll say that you are brave |
They'll stone you when you're sent down in your grave |
But I would not feel so all alone |
Everybody must get stoned |
Am | Am | Am | Em | Em |
Sen | or, | Sen | or, | can you |
F | C | |
tell me where we're | heading; Lincoln |
Em | Am | Am | |
County or Arma | geddon? |
G | F | F | F | Em | |
Seems like I've been | down this road be | fore. |
Dm | Dm | Am | |
Is there any | truth in that, Sen | or? |
Am | Am | Am | Em | Em |
Sen | or, | Sen | or, | do you |
F | C | |
know where she's | hiding? |
Em | Am | Am | |
How long we gonna be | riding? |
G | F | F | Em | |
How long must I keep my | eyes ??? to the door? |
Dm | Dm | Am | |
Will there be any | comfort there, Sen | or? |
Am | C | C | E |
Is that | wicked wind still | blowin' on that | upper |
deck? |
E | F | F | Am |
Is that | iron cross still | hangin' down from a | round |
your neck? |
Am | C | C | E |
Is that | marchin' band still | playin' in that | vacant |
lot, |
E | F | F |
where she | held me in her | arms one time and said for |
Am | |
get me not? |
Am | Am | Am | Em | Em |
Sen | or, | Sen | or, | I can |
F | C | |
see that painted | wagon, smell the |
Em | Am | Am | |
tail of the | dragon. |
G | F | F | F | Em | |
I can't stand the | suspense any | more. | Ca | n you |
Dm | Dm | Am | |
tell me who to | contact here, Sen | or? |
Instrumental - Repeat Chords of the Verses x2 |
Am | C | C | E |
Well the | last thing I reme | mber, 'fore I | stripped |
in heat |
E | F | F | Am |
Was that | trainload of fools | bogged down in a ??? |
Am | C | C | E |
and a | gypsy with a | broken bag and a | flashing ring |
E | F | F |
said | son this aint no | dream, this time it's the |
Am | |
real thing |
Am | Am | Am | Em | Em |
Sen | or, | Sen | or, | you know their |
F | C | |
hearts are hard as | leather, gimme a |
Em | Am | Am | |
minute, lemme get it to | gether. |
G | F | F | F | Em | |
I just gotta pick my | self up off the | floor |
Dm | Dm | Am | |
I'm ready when | you are, Sen | or |
Am | Am | Am | Em | Em |
Sen | or, | Sen | or, | let's |
F | C | Em | Am | |
disconnect these | cables, → | overturn these | tables. |
G | F | F | F | Em | |
This place don't make | sense to me | no more. | Ca | n |
you |
Dm | Dm | Am | |
tell me what we're | waiting for, Sen | or |
C | G | C | |
I was t | hinkin' | of a series of | dreams |
C | G | C | |
Where n | othing | comes up to the | top |
C | G | C | |
Ev | erything | stays down where it's wo | unded |
F | |
And comes to a permanent s | top |
C | |
Wasn't th | inking of anything specific |
F | |
Like in a dream when someone wakes up and sc | reams |
C | |
N | othing too very scientific |
G | C | |
Just thinkin | ' of a series of dr | eams |
Thinkin' of a series of dreams |
Where the time and the tempo drag (fly)* |
And there's no exit in any direction |
Except the one that you can't see with your eyes |
Wasn't makin' and great connection |
Wasn't fallin' for any intricate scheme |
Nothing that would pass inspection |
I's just thinkin' of a series of dreams |
CHORUS: |
Am | F | C | |
D | reams where | the umbrella is fo | lded |
Am | F | C | |
And i | nto | the path you are hur | led |
Am | F | C | |
And the c | ards are | no good that you're ho | ldin' |
G | |
Unless they're from another wo | rld |
In one, the surface was frozen |
In another, I witnessed a crime |
In one, I was running, and in another |
All I seemed to be doing was climb |
Wasn't lookin' for any special assistance |
Not going through any great extremes |
I'd already gone the distance |
Just thinkin' of a series of dreams |
C | G | C | C | F | |
CHORUS → |
C | |
I'd | already gone the distance |
G | C | C | G | C | |
Just thinkin' | of a series of d | reams |
C | G | C |
Just thinkin' | of a series of d | reams |
C | G | C |
Just thinkin' | of a series of d | reams |
Intro: One measure each -- D D E G D |
D | G |
she got everything she needs, she's an | artist, she |
D | |
don't look | back → [D-G-D] |
D | G |
she got | everything she needs, she's an artist, she |
D | |
don't look | back → [D-G-D] |
D | E |
she can take the | dark out of the night time |
G |
paint the daytime black [D-G-D] |
you'll start out standing, vow to steal her anything she |
sees |
you'll start out standing, vow to steal her anything she |
sees |
you'll wind up peeking through a keyhole, down upon your |
knees |
she never stumbles, got no place to fall |
she never stumbles, got no place to fall |
she's nobody's child, lord can't touch her at all |
she wears an egyptian ring, sparkles before she speaks |
she wears an egyptian ring, sparkles before she speaks |
she's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique |
bow down to her on sunday, salute her when her birthday |
comes |
bow down to her on sunday, salute her when her birthday |
comes |
for halloween give her a trumpet, for christmas, give her a |
drum |
repeat first verse and close |
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D | G | D |
'Twas in another life time, → | One of toil and bloo | d. |
When blackness was a virtue |
G | |
And the r | oad was full of mud. |
D |
I came in from the wilderness, |
G | D | |
A cr | eature void of form. → "Come | in" she said, |
G | |
"I'll give you, → | Shelter from the storm." |
And if I pass this way again, |
You can rest assured, |
I'll always do my best for her |
On that I give my word. |
In a world of steel eyed death and men |
Who are fighting to be warm, → Come in she said, |
I'll give you → Shelter from the storm. |
Not a word was spoke between us. |
There was little risk involved. |
everything up to that point, → Had been left unresolved. |
Try imagining a place |
Where it's always safe and warm |
Come in she said → I'll give you |
Shelter from the storm. |
I was burned out from exhaustion |
I was buried in the hail. → Poisoned in the bushes |
An' blown out on the trail → Hunted like a crocodile, |
Ravaged in the corn → Come in she said |
I'll give you → Shelter from the storm |
Suddenly I turned around → And she was standing there |
With silver bracelets on her wrists |
And flowers in her hair. |
She walked up to me so gracefully |
And took my crown of thorns → Come in she said |
I'll give you, → Shelter from the storm. |
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Now there's a wall between us |
Something has been lost. → I took too much for granted |
I got my signals crossed → Just to think that all began |
On an uneventfull morn → Come in she said |
I'll give you → Shelter from the storm |
Well the deputy walks on hard nails |
And the preacher rides a mount |
But nothing really matters → It's doom alone that counts |
And the one-eyed undertaker → He blows a futile horn |
Come in she said → I'll give you |
Shelter from the storm |
I've heard newborn babies wailin' |
Like a mornin' dove |
And old men with broken teeth |
Stranded without love. |
Do I understand your question, man |
Is it hopeless and forlorn. → Come in she said |
I'll give you → Shelter from the storm. |
In a little hill top village → I gambled for my clothes |
I bargained for salvation |
And they gave me a leathal dose. |
I offered up my innocence → And got repaid with scorn |
Come in she said → I'll give you |
Shelter from the storm |
Well I'm livin' in a foreign country |
But I'm bound to cross the line. |
Beauty walk a razors edge, → Someday I'll make it mine. |
If I could only turn the clock back |
To when God and her were born |
Come in she said → I'll give you |
Shelter from the storm. |
D | G |
D |
They sat together in the park. |
F#m |
As the evening sky grew dark. |
D | D7 |
She look at him and he felt a sp | ark, |
G | Gm |
Tingle to his bones. → | 'Twas then he felt alone, |
D | A | G | |
And | wished that | he'd gone stra | ight. |
D | G | D | |
And wat | ched out for a s | imple twist of fate. |
They walked along by the old canal. |
A little confused I remember well. |
Stopped into a strange hotel, |
With the neon burning bright. |
He felt the heat of the night, |
Hit him like a frieght, |
Train moving with a simple twist of fate. |
A saxaphone someplace far off played. |
As she was walking down by the arcade. |
As the light burst through a beat up shade, |
Were he was waking up. |
She dropped a coin into the cup, |
Of a blind man at the gate. |
And forgot about a simple twist of fate. |
He woke up the room was bare. |
He didn't see her anywhere. |
He told himself he did not care, |
Threw the window open wide. → He felt an emptyness inside, |
To which he just could not relate. |
Bought on by a simple twist of fate. |
He hears the ticking of the clocks. |
And walks along with a parrot that talks. |
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks, |
Were the saliors all come in. |
Maybe she'll pick him out again. |
How long must he wait? |
Once again for a simple twist of fate. |
People tell you its a sin. |
To know and feel too much within. |
I still believe she was my twin, |
But I lost the ring. → She was born in spring, |
But I was born to late. |
Blame it on a simple twist of fate. |
F | Dm | F | Dm |
Oh the rag-man draws | circles → | Up and down the block. |
F | Dm | |
I'd | ask him what the matter | was |
Bb | C7 | |
But I | know that he don't tal | k. |
Bb | F | |
And the | ladies treat me kind | ly |
Dm | F | Dm | F | |
And | furnish me with tape | → But | deep inside my hear | t |
Bb | F | Am | |
I | know I can't escap | e → | Oh Mama, |
F | C | Dm | |
Can this really be the end → To be stuck | inside | of Mo | bile |
F | Bb | F | |
wi | th the Me | mphis blues agai | n |
Well, Shakespear, he's in the alley |
With his pointed shoes and his bells. |
Speaking to a french girl, → Who says she knows me well. |
And I would send a message → To find out if she's talked, |
Post the post office has been stolen |
And the mail box is locked. → Oh Mama |
Can this really be th end → To be stuck inside of Mobile |
With the Memphis blus again. |
Mona tried to tell me |
To stay far away from the train line. |
She said that all the railroad men |
Drink your blood like wine. |
An' I said "Oh, I didn't know that |
But then again there's only one I've met |
An' he just smoked my eyelids |
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. |
Tangled Up In Blue → Bob Dylan |
A | A4 | A | A4 |
A | G | A |
Early one morning the | sun was shinin', | I was layin' in |
G | |
bed. |
A | G | D |
Wonderin' if she | changed at all, | if her hair was still |
red. |
A | G | A |
Her folks said our | lives together | sure was gonna be |
G | |
rough. |
A | G | D |
They never did like mama's | homemade dress; | Papa's |
bankbook wasn't big enough. |
E | F#m |
I was standin' on the | side of the road |
A | D |
Rain fallin' on my | shoes. |
E | F#m |
Headin' out for the | east coast |
A | E | |
Lord | knows I've paid some dues gettin' | through |
G | D | A | A4 | A | A4 |
Tangled | up in | blue. |
A | G | A | G |
She was married when | we first met, | soon to be di | vorced |
A | G | D |
I helped her out of a | jam I guess but I | used a little |
too much force. |
A | G | A | |
We | drove that car as | far as we could, ab | andoned it out |
G | |
west. |
A | G | D |
Split up up on a | dark sad night both agr | eein' it was |
best. |
E | F#m |
She turned around to | look at me |
A | D | |
As | I was walkin' | away. |
E | F#m | |
I | heard her say o | ver my shoulder |
A | E | |
"We'll | meet again some day on the aven | ue" |
G | D | A | A4 | A | A4 |
Tangled | up in | blue. |
A | G | A |
I had a job in the | Great North Woods | workin' as a cook |
G | |
for | spell |
A | G | D | |
But I | never did like it | all that much and one | day the |
axe just fell. |
A | G | A | |
So I | drifted down to | New Orleans where I was | lucky |
G | |
'nough to be em | ployed |
A | G | D |
Workin' for a while on a | fishing boat right out | side |
Delacroix. |
E | F#m | |
But | all the while I | was alone |
A | D | E | F#m | |
The | past was close be | hind → | I met a lot of | women |
A | E | |
But she | never escaped my mind and I just | grew |
G | D | A | A4 | A | A4 |
Tangled | up in | blue. |
A | G | A |
She was workin' in a | topless place when I | stopped in for |
G | |
a | beer. |
A | G | D | |
I | just kept lookin' at the | side of her face in the | spot |
light so clear. |
A | G | A |
Later on as the | crowd thinned out I was | just about to do |
G | |
the | same. |
A | G | D | |
She was | standin' there in | back of my chair sayin' " | Tell |
me, don`t I know your na → me?" |
{np} |
E | F#m |
I muttered something under | neath my breath. |
A | D | |
She | studied the lines on my | face. |
E | F#m | |
I | must admit I was a | little uneasy |
A | E | |
When she | bent down to tie the laces on my | shoe. |
G | D | A | A4 | A | A4 |
Tangled | up in | blue. |
A | G | A | G |
She lit a burner | on the stove and | offered me a | pipe. |
A | G | D | |
"I | thought you'd never say | hello" she said; "You | look |
like the silent type." |
A | G | A |
Then she opened up a | book of poems and | handed it to |
G | |
me. |
A | G | D |
Written by an I | talian poet from the | 13th century. |
E | F#m | |
And | everyone of those | words rang true |
A | D | |
And | glowed like a burnin' | coal. |
E | F#m |
Flowing off of | every page |
A | E | |
Like it was | written in my soul from me to | you. |
G | D | A | A4 | A | A4 |
Tangled | up in | blue. |
A | G | A |
I lived with him on | Montague Street in a | basement down |
G | |
the | stairs. |
A | G | D | |
There was | music in the caf | es at night and revo | lution in |
the air. |
A | G | A |
Then he started into | dealing in slaves and | somethin' |
G | |
inside of him | died. |
A | G | D | |
She | had to sell every | thing she owned and just | froze up |
inside. |
E | F#m |
Then at last when the | bottom fell out |
A | D |
I became with | drawn. |
E | F#m | |
The | only thing I knew | how to do |
A | E | |
Was to | keep on keepin' on like a bird that | flew |
G | D | A | A4 | A | A4 |
Tangled | up in | blue. |
A | G | A |
Now I'm going | back again, I've got to | get to her |
G | |
some | how. |
A | G | D |
All the people we | used to know they're an ill | usion to me |
now. |
A | G | A | G |
Some are matheme | ticians, | some are carpenter's | wives. |
A | G | D |
Don't know how it | all got started; I don't know | what |
they're doin' with their li → ves. |
E | F#m | A | D | |
But | me I'm still | on the road → | Headin' for another | joint. |
A | F#m |
We always did | feel the same |
A | E | |
We just | saw it from a different point of | view. |
G | D | A | A4 | A | A4 |
Tangled | up in | blue. |
G | D | G |
Come all without, | come all with | in |
D | C | G | |
You'll not see n | othing like the | Mighty | Quinn |
G | D | G |
Come all without, | come all with | in |
D | C | G | |
You'll not see n | othing like the | Mighty | Quinn |
G | C | G | C |
Ev'rybody's | building | ships and | boats |
G | C | G |
Some are building | monuments, o | thers jotting down |
C | |
notes. |
G | C | G | C |
Ev'rybody's | in despair, e | v'ry girl and | boy |
G | D | |
But when | Quinn the Eskimo | gets here, |
C | G | |
Ev'ryb | ody'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 | |
But | jumping queues and | making haste, just | ain't my cup |
C | |
of | meat. |
G | C | G |
Ev'ryone's b | eneath the trees, feeding p | igeons on a |
C | |
l | imb |
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 | |
Just t | ell me where it | hurts and I'll | tell you who to |
C | |
call. |
G | C | G |
Nobody can g | et no sleep, there's | someone on ev'ryones |
C | |
toes. |
G | D | |
But when | Quinn the Eskimo | gets here, |
C | G | |
Ev'ryb | ody's gonna wanna | doze. |
G | Em | C | G | |
Come | gather 'round | people wher | ever you | roam |
Am | C | D | |
And admit that the | waters ar | ound you have | grown, |
G | Em | C | |
And acc | ept it that | soon you'll be dr | enched to the |
G | |
b | one, |
G | Am | D | |
If your t | ime to | you is worth s | aving, |
D7 | Gmaj7 | |
Then you'd better start s | wimming or you'll | sink like a |
D | |
s | tone, |
G | C | D | G | |
For the t | imes they are a- | cha | ngi | ng! |
Come writers and critics who prophesize 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 telling who that it's naming. |
For the loser now will be later to win, |
For the times they are a-changing! |
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 raging. |
It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, |
For the times they are a-changing! |
Come mothers and fathers, throughout the land, |
And don't criticize what you can't understand. |
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command, |
Your old road is rapidly aging. |
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand, |
For the times they are a-changing! |
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 fading. |
And the first one now will later be last, |
For the times they are a-changing! |
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 a | gain. |
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. |
G | D11 | C | G |
Oh the time will come | up when the | winds will s | top |
Em | C | G | |
And the | breeze will | cease to be a- | breathin |
G | D11 | C | |
Like the | stillness in the | wind before the | hurricane |
G | |
be | gins, |
G | D | G | |
The ho | ur that the | ship comes | in |
D11 | C | G | |
And the | sea will s | plit and the | ships will hit |
D11 | C | G | |
And the | sands on the s | horeline will be | shaking |
D11 | C | G | |
And the | tide will sound and the w | aves will p | ound |
G | C | C/B | D/A | G | |
And the | morning | will | be a- | break | ing |
Oh the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path |
And the seagulls will be a-smilin' |
And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand |
The hour that the ship comes in |
And the words that are used for to get the ship confused |
Will not be understood as they're spoken |
Oh the chains of the sea will have busted in the night |
And be buried on the bottom of the ocean |
A song will lift as the main sail shifts |
And the boat drifts unto the shoreline |
And the sun will respect every face on the deck |
The hour that the ship comes in |
And the sands will roll out a carpet of gold |
For your wearied toes to be a-touchin' |
And the ship's wise men will remind you once again |
That the whole wide world is watchin' |
Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes |
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're |
dreamin' |
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal |
And they'll know that it's for real, |
The hour that the ship comes in |
And they'll raise their hands |
Sayin' we'll meet all you demands |
But we'll shout from the bow |
Your days are numbered |
And like Pharoah's tribe they'll be drownded in the tide |
And like Goliath they'll be conquered |
C | F | Em | G | |
Oh, my | name it means | no | thing, and my | age it means |
C | |
less |
G | C | F | Em | Am | |
For the | country I | come | from is | called the Mid | west |
G | C | F | C | F | C | |
I was | taught and brought | up | there, the | laws to a | bide |
F | Em | G | F | C | |
And that the land I | live | in has | God | on its | side |
Oh, the history books tell it, they tell it so well |
The cavalry charged and the Indians fell |
The cavalry charged and the Indians died |
Oh the country was young then, with God on its side |
The Spanish-American war had its day |
And the Civil War too was soon laid away |
And the names of the heroes I was made to memorize |
With guns in their hands and God on their side |
Oh, the first World War, well it came and it went |
And the reason for fighting I never did get |
But I learned to accept it, accept it with pride |
For you don't count the dead with God on your side |
When the second World War came to an end |
We forgave the Germans and then we were friends |
Though they murdered six million, in the ovens they fried |
The Germans now too have God on their side |
I've learned to hate Russians all through my whole life |
If another war comes, it's them we must fight |
To hate them and fear them, to run and to hide |
And accept it all bravely with God on our side |
But now we've got weapons of the chemical dust |
If fire them we're forced to, then fire them we must |
One push of the button and a shot the world wide |
And you never ask questions with God on your side |
In many a dark hour I've been thinking about this |
That Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss |
But I can't think for you, you'll have to decide |
Whether Judas Iscariot had God on his side |
So now as I'm leaving, I'm weary as hell |
The confusion I'm feeling, ain't no tongue can tell |
The words fill my head and fall to the floor |
If God's on our side, He'll stop the next war |
D | Em |
Clouds so swift, | rain won't lift, |
G | D |
Gates won't close, the | railing's froze. |
Em | |
Get your mind off | winter time, |
G | D |
You ain't goin' no | where. |
Chorus: |
D | Em | |
Oooo, Eeeee, | Ride me high, |
G | D | |
One of these days my | man's gonna come. |
Em | G | D | |
Oh Lord, | we gonna fly, → | Down in the easy | chair. |
I don't care how many letters they sent, |
Morning came and morning went. |
Pick up your money and pack your tent, |
But we still ain't goin' nowhere. |
Chorus. |
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots, |
Tailgates and substitutes, |
Strap yourself with the tree with roots, |
You ain't goin' nowhere. |
Chorus. |
Ghengis Khan he could not keep |
All his kings supplied with reap. |
Climb that hill no matter how steep, |
We still ain't goin' nowhere. |
Chorus. |
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Intro |
D | F#m | G | D | G | D |
D | F#m | G |
I've seen love go | by my door, it's | never been this close |
before |
D | F#m | G |
Never been so | easy or so | slow |
D | F#m | |
I've been | shooting in the | dark too long, when |
G | |
something's not right, it's wron |
g |
D | G | D |
You're gonna make me | lonesome when you | go |
D | F#m | G |
Dragon clouds so | high above, I've | only known careless |
love |
D | F#m | G |
It's always | hit me from | below |
D | F#m | G | |
But | this time 'round it's | more correct, | right on target, |
so direct |
D | G | D |
You're gonna make me | lonesome when you | go |
D | F#m | G |
Purple clover, | Queen Anne Lace, | crimson hair across your |
face |
D | F#m | G |
You could make me | cry if you don't | know |
D | F#m | G |
Can't remember what I was | thinking of, you | might be |
spoiling me too much, love |
D | G | D |
You're gonna make me | lonesome when you | go |
G | D |
Flowers on the hillside blooming | crazy |
G | D |
Crickets talking back and forth in | rhyme |
E |
Blue river running slow and lazy |
Asus | A |
I could stay with you forever, and | never realize the |
time |
D | F#m | G |
Situations have | ended sad, re | lationships have all been |
bad |
D | F#m | G |
Mine have been like | Verlaine and Rim | baud |
D | F#m | G | |
But | there's no way I | can compare | all those scenes to |
this affair |
D | G | D |
You're gonna make me | lonesome when you | go |
G | D |
You're gonna make me wonder what I'm | doing |
G | D |
Staying far behind without | you |
E |
You're gonna make me wonder what I'm saying |
Asus | A |
You're gonna make me give myself a | good talking to |
D | F#m | G | |
I'll | look for you in | Honolulu, | San Francisco, Ashtabula |
D | F#m | G |
You're gonna have to | leave me now, I | know |
D | F#m | G | |
But I'll | see you in the | stars above, in the | tall grass |
and the ones I love |
D | G | D |
You're gonna make me | lonesome when you | go |
D | F#m | G | |
Yes I'll | see you in the | stars above, in the | tall grass |
and the ones I love |
D | G | D |
You're gonna make me | lonesome when you | go |