| 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 |
| {columns:2} |
| 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. |
| {column_break} |
| 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 |