Chord Booklet

Bob Dylan

10 songs|27 chords used|Hard

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Chords used

C/B

Am7

Fadd9

C/G

Csus4

F#7

Eb7

Ebm

C/E

Bb6

Hurricane

Key: AmMedium

AmPistolF shots ring out in the bar room night

AmEnter FPatty Valentine from the upper hall

AmShe sees tFhe bartender in a pool of blood

AmCries Fout "My God they killed them all!"

CHere comeFs the story of the Hurricane,

CThe man Fthe authorities came to blame

DmFor somethCing that he never done

DmPut in Ca prison cell but one time

EmHe coulAmd hFave beeCn GthAme cFhaAmmpiFon of the world

AmThree boFdied lying there does Patty see

AmAnd anothFer man named Bello moving around mysteriously

Am"I didnF't do it" he says, and he throws up his hands

Am"I was Fonly robbin' the register, I hope you understand

CI sawF them leavin'," he says and he stops

COne of usF had better call the cops

DmAnd so CPatty calls the cops

DmAnd they aCrrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'

EmIn theAm hoFt NewG JeAmrseyF niAmght F

AmMeanwhFile somewhere in another part of town

AmRubin CaFrter and a couple of friends are driving around

AmNumberF one contender for the middleweight crown

AmHad no ideFa what kind of shit was about to go down

CWhen a cFop pulled him over to the side of the road

CJust likeF the time before and the time before that

DmIn PattersCon that just the ways things go

DmIf you bClack you might as well not show up on the streets

EmLess AmyouF wannCa dGraAmw tFheAm heFat

AmAlfred BellFo had a partner and he had a rap for the cops

AmHim and ArthuFr Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around

AmHe said "I Fsaw two men runnin out, they looked like middle-weights

AmThey jumFped into a white car with out of state plates"

CAnd Miss FPatty Valentine just nodded her head

CCop said F"Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead"

DmSo they toCok him to the infirmary

DmAnd alCthough this man could hardly see

EmThey toAmld Fhim tChatG heAm couFldAm idFentify the guilty men

AmFour inF the morning and they haul Rubin in

AmTake hiFm to the hospital and bring him upstairs

AmThe wouFnded man looks up though his one dying eye

AmSays "whFy'd you bring him here for? He ain't the guy!"

CYes, hereF the story of the Hurricane

CThe man tFhe authorities came to blame

DmFor somethCing that he never done

DmPut in aC prison cell but one time he could've been

EmTheAm chamFpioCn oGf AmtheF wAmorlFd

AmFour moFnths later the ghetto's on flame

AmRubin'sF in South America fightin' for his name

AmWhile ArFthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game

AmAnd the copsF are puttin' the screw to him looking for somebody to blame

C"RememberF that murder that happened in a bar?"

C"RememberF you said you saw the getaway car?"

Dm"You think yCou'd like to play ball with the law?"

Dm"Think it mighCt have been that fighter that you saw running that night?"

Em"Don't foAmrget FthaCt yGouAm arFe AmwhiFte"

AmArthur FDexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"

AmCops saidF "A poor boy like you could really use a break

AmWe got you fFor the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello

AmNow you dFon't want to have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

CYou'll bFe doin' society a favor

CThat son Fof a bitch is brave and getting braver

DmWe want toC put his ass in the stir

DmWe want tCo pin this trip murder on him

EmHe aiAmn't nFo CGenGtlAmemaFn AmJimF"

AmRubin cFould take a man out with just one punch

AmHe neverF did like to talk about it all that much

AmIt's mFy work he'd say, I do it for pay

AmAnd when itF's over I'd just as soon go on my way

CUp Fto some paradise

CWhere theF trout streams flow and the air is nice

DmAnd riCde a horse along a trail

DmBut thenC they took him to the jail house

EmWhere AmtheFy tCryG tAmo mFakAme aF man into a mouse

AmAll of FRubin's card were marked in advance

AmThe trial wFas a pig-circus, he never had a chance

AmThe judge madFe Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums

AmTo the white Ffolks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

Cbut to thFe black folks he was a crazy nigger

CNo one doFubted that he pulled the trigger

DmAnd thougCh they could not produce the gun

DmThe D.A. saiCd he was the one who did the deed

EmAnd tAmhe alFl-whCiteG jAmuryF aAmgreFed

AmRubin FCarter was falsely tried

AmThe crimFe was murder "one", guess who testified?

AmBello aFnd Bradley and the both badly lied

AmAnd the Fnewspapers all went along for the ride

CHow caFn the life of such a man

CBe in theF palm of some fool's hand?

DmTo seCe him obviously framed

DmCouldn'Ct help make him feel ashamed to live in a land

EmWherAme jusFtice is Ca GgaAmme F Am F

AmNow all tFhe criminal in their coats and their ties

AmAre free toF drink martinis and watch the sun rise

AmWhile RFubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell

AmAnd innocFent man in a living hell

CThat's Fthe story of the Hurricane

CBut it won'Ft be over till they clear his name

DmAnd give hCim back the time he's done

DmPut in a Cprison cell but one time he could've been

EmThe AmchampFion of tChe GwoAmrldF Am F

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Joey

Key: CHard

C/B

This song is off Dylan's 1976 album 'Desire

Albums: Originally released 'Desire' 1976

1988-Dylan & The Dead, (Live)

CBorn in Red Hook, DBrooklyn, in the Cyear of a-who knows Gwhen

COpened up his Deyes to the Ctune of an accordiGon

CAlways on the Doutside of whatCever side there Gwas

When they Emasked him why it had to Gbe that way,

"Well," he Canswered, C/B"just becAmause."

CLarry was the Doldest, CJoey was next to lGast.

CThey called Joe "DCrazy," the Cbaby they called "Kid GBlast."

CSome say they lived off Dgambling and Crunnin' numbers Gtoo.

It Emalways seemed they got Gcaught between

the Cmob and the C/Bmen in bAmlue.

GJoey, CJooooooAmey,

GKing of the Emstreets, Cchild of Amclay.

GJoey, CJooooooAmey,

GWhat made them Fwant to come and Cblow you aGway?

CThere was talk they Dkilled their rCivals, but the truth was faGr from that

CNo one ever knew for suDre where they Cwere reaGlly at.

CWhen they tried to strDangle Larry, JCoey almost hit Gthe roof.

EmHe went out that night to seGek revenge

Cthinkin' he was C/BbulletprAmoof.

CThe war broke out at theD break ofC dawn, it emptied Gout the streets

CJoey and his brothers sDuffered terCrible dGefeats

CTill they ventured out behiDnd the lines and tookC five prisonerGs.

EmThey stashed them away in a Gbasement

Ccalled theC/Bm amatAmeurs.

CThe hostages were tDremblin' whCen they heard a man exclaiGm,

C"Let's blow this place to kinDgdom come, lCet Con Edison takGe the blame."

CBut Joey steppedD up, he raised his hand, saidC, "We're not those kind of Gmen.

EmIt's peace and quiet that we Gneed

Cto go back to wC/Bork agaAmin."

GJoey, CJoeyAm,

GKing of the Emstreets, cChild of cAmlay.

GJoey, JCoeyAm,

GWhat made them waFnt to come and bClow you awaGy?

CThe police departmeDnt hounded Chim, they called him Mr. SGmith

CThey got him on conspiracy, tDhey were nevCer sure who with.G

C"What time is it?" said the jDudge to JoeyC when they met

Em"Five to ten," said Joey. The JuGdge says,

C"That's exactly whC/Bat you gAmet."

CHe did ten years in Attica, rDeading NietzCsche and Wilhelm GReich

CThey threw him in the hole one timDe for tryin'C to stop a strikeG.

CHis closest friends were blacDk men 'causeC they seemed to uGnderstand

EmWhat it's like to be in soGciety

Cwith a shackle on C/Byour hanAmd.

CWhen they let him out in '71 Dhe'd lost a littCle weighGt

CBut he dressed like JimDmy Cagney and I sCwear he did Glook great.

CHe tried to find the way Dback into the life he lCeft beGhind

EmTo the boss he said, "I have Greturned

Cand now I want whC/Bat's mAmine."

GJoey, CJoeAmy,

GKing of the strEmeets, cChild of clAmay.

GJoey, CJoeAmy,

GWhy did they hFave to come and bClow you aGway?

CIt was true that iDn his later years he Cwould not carry Ga gun

C"I'm around too manyD children," he'd saCy, "they should nevGer know of one."

CYet he walked rightD into the clubhouse ofC his lifelong deGadly foe,

EmEmptied out the register, sGaid,

C"Tell 'em it was C/BCrazy JoAme."

COne day they blewD him down in a cClam bar in New YoGrk

CHe could see it comin' thDrough the door as Che lifted up hGis fork.

CHe pushed the tabDle over to proCtect his fGamily

EmThen he staggered out iGnto the streets

Cof LiC/Bttle ItaAmly.

CJoey, GJoeAmy,

GKing of the sEmtreets, chCild of cAmlay.

CJoey, GJoeAmy,

CWhat made them wFant to come andC blow you aGway?

CSister Jacqueline and CaDrmela and mother MCary all did weeGp.

CI heard his best friend FDrankie say, "He Cain't dead, he'sG just asleep."

CThen I saw the old man'sD limousine head backC towards the gGrave

EmI guess he had to say one lGast goodbye

Cto the son that heC/B could not saAmve.

CThe sun turned cold over PrDesident Street and theC town of BGrooklyn mourned

CThey said a mass in the oDld church near the house wChere he wGas born.

CAnd someday if God's in heDaven overlookin' HisC preserveG

EmI know the men that shotG him down,

Cthey'll get what tC/Bhey deAmserve.

GJoey, CJoeAmy,

GKing of the strEmeets, chCild of cAmlay.

GJoey, JCoeAmy,

CWhat made them wFant to come and bClow you aGway?

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Narrow Way

Key: ACapo 2Medium

AI'll go Awalk across the desert, until I'm by fried by fire.

AI won't Athink about, what I left behind.

AAnother A'tracter in her way, I can call my own.

AGo back Ahome, leave me alone.

DItD4's Da long road, it's a long and narArow way,A

EE7E

DBuD4t ID can't work up to you, yAou'll suArely have work down to me some day.

AEver sinAce the critics burned the White House down,

AThere's Aa bleedin' wound in the heart of town.

AI saw yoAu drinkin' from an empty cup.

AI saw yoAu buried and I saw you you dug up.

DItD4's Da long road, it's a long and narArow way,A

EE7EDD4D

I can't work up to yAou, you'All surely have work down to me some day.

ALook dowAn angel from the skies, help my weary soul to rise.

AI kissedA the cheek, I dragged your plough.

AYou brokAe my heart, I was your friend until now.

DItD4's Da long road, it's a long and narArow way,A

EE7EDD4D

I can't work up to yAou, you'All surely have work down to me some day.

AIn the cAourtyard of the Golden Sun.

AYou stanAd and fight, or you break and run.

AYou wentA and lost your lovely head, for a drink of wine and a crust of bread.

DItD4's Da long road, it's a long and narArow way,A

EE7E

DIfD4 I Dcan't work up to you, yoAu'll surAely have work down to me some day.

AWe looteAd and we plundered, long distant shores.

AWhy is mAy share not equal to yours?

AYour fatAher left you, your mother too.

AEven deaAth has, washed his hands of you.

DItD4's Da long road, it's a long and narArow way,A

EE7EDD4D

I can't work up to yAou, you'All surely have work down to me some day.

AThis is Ahard country, to stay alive in.

ABlades aAre everywhere and they are breakin' my skin.

AI'm armeAd to the hilt and I'm struggling' hard.

AYou won'At get out, of here unscarred.

DItD4's Da long road, it's a long and narArow way,A

EE7EDD4D

I can't work up to yAou, you'All surely have work down to me some day.

AYou've gAot too many lovers, wailin' at the wall.

AIf I hadA a thousand tons, I couldn't count 'em all.

AYesterdaAy, I could've put them all in the sea.

AToday, eAven one, may be too much for me.

DItD4's Da long road, it's a long and narArow way,A

EE7EDD4D

I can't work up to yAou, you'All surely have work down to me some day.

ACake walAkin' baby, you can do no wrong.

APut yourA arms around me, where they belong.

AI want tAo take ya, on a rollercoaster ride.

ALay my hAands all over ya. Tie ya to my side.

DItD4's Da long road, it's a long and narArow way,A

EE7EDD4D

I can't work up to yAou, you'All surely have work down to me some day.

AI got a Aheavy stacked woman, with a smile on her face.

AAnd she Ais proud, my soul to grace.

AI've savAed her from an arrow, and pierced my chest.

AI'm gonnAa have to take my head, and bury it between her breasts.

DItD4's Da long road, it's a long and narArow way,A

EE7EDD4D

I can't work up to yAou, you'All surely have work down to me some day.

A'Been daArk all night, but now it's dawn.

AThe moviAng finger is movin' on.

AYou can Agarden here, while I sleep.

AKiss awaAy, the tears I weep.

DItD4's Da long road, it's a long and narArow way,A

EE7EDD4D

I can't work up to yAou, you'All surely have work down to me some day.

AI love aA woman, and she loves me.

AWe've beAen to the west and we're goin' back again.

AI heard Aa voice, at the dusk of day.

ASay "Be Agentle brother. Be gentle and pray."

DItD4's Da long road, it's a long and narArow way,A

EE7EDD4D

I can't work up to yAou, you'All surely have work down to me some day.

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Desolation Row

Key: DEasy

When played with my recording of this song it needs to have a capo on the second fret.

DThey're selling postcards of the hanging.

They're pGainting the passports Dbrown.

The A7beauty parlour's filled with sailors.

GThe circus is in toDwn.

DHere comes the blind commissioner.

They've Ggot him in a Dtrance.

One A7hand's tied to the tightrope walker.

GThe other is in his pDants.

And the Griot squad they're restless

They Dneed some where to gGo.

As Dlady and I look A7out tonight

GOn Desolation RDow.

DCinderella she seem so easy.

It takes Gon to know one she smiDles.

ThenA7 puts her hand in her back pocket,

GBetty Davis stDyle.

DThen in comes Romeo he's moaning.

You BeloGng to me I beDlieve.

And A7someone says your in the wrong place my friend

GYou better leDave.

And the Gonly sound that's left

AfterD the ambulances gGo.

Is DCinderella sweepA7ing up

GOn DesolatioDn Row.

DNow the moon is almost hidden

The starsG are beginning toD hide

The A7fortune telling lady

GHas already taken all her things inDside.

DAll except for Cane and Able

And the GHunch Back ofD Notre Dame

EverA7yone is making love

GOr else expectinDg rain

And the Ggood Samaritan he's dressing

He's Dgettin ready for the shoGw.

He'Ds going to the cA7arnival

GTonight on DesoDlation Row.

DNow Ophelia she's 'neath the window.

For heGr I feel so afDraid.

On hA7er twenty-second birthday

GShe already is an old Dmaid.

DTo her death is quite romantic.

She wGears an iron Dvest.

Her A7profession's her religion,

GHer sin is her lifeleDssness.

And thouGgh her eyes are fixed upon

Noah'Ds great rainbGow

SheD spends her timeA7 peeking

GInto DesolationD Row.

DEinstein disguised as Robin Hood

With his Gmemories in a Dtrunk

PassA7ed this way an hour ago

GWith his friend a jealous mDonk.

DHe looked so frightful

As he buGmmed a cigareDtte

ThenA7 went off sniffing drain pipes

GAnd reciting the alphDabet.

No you wGould not think to look at him

That Dhe was famous long agGo

ForD playing electriA7c violin

GOn DesolatioDn Row.

DDoctor filth he keeps his word

InsidGe a leatheDr cup

But A7all his sexless patients

GAre trying to blow itD up.

DNow his nurse a local looser

She's inG charge of the cyaniDde hole

And A7she also keeps the cards that read

GHave mercy on hisD soul.

They allG play on penny whistles

You cDan hear them bloGw

If Dyou lean your head out A7far enough

GFrom DesolatiDon Row

DAcross the street they've nailed the curtains

They're gGettin ready for theD feast

The A7phantom of the opera

GA perfect image of a prDiest

DThey're spoon feedin Casanova

To get hGim to feel more aDssured

ThenA7 they'll killed him with self confidence

GAfter poisoning him wDith words

And the Gphantom shouting to skinning girls

Get oDutta her don't you knGow

CasDanova is just beA7ing punished

GFor going to DeDsolation Row.

DNow at midnight all the agents

And tGhe superhuman Dcrews

RounA7d up everyone

GThat knows more than they Ddo.

DThen they bring them to the factory

Where thGe heart attack macDhines

Is sA7trapped across their shoulders

GAnd then the kerDosene

Is brougGht down from the castles

By inDsurance men that goG

CheDck to see that nA7obody is escaping

GTo DesolationD Row

DPraise be to Nero's Neptune

The GTitanic sails atD dawn

And A7everybody shouting

GWhich side are you Don

DAnd Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot

FightingG in the captaDins tower

WhilA7e calypso signers laugh at them

GAnd fishermen hold flDowers

Between Gthe windows of the sea

WhereD lovely mermaids flGow

AndD nobody has to tA7hink too much

GAbout DesolatioDn Row

DYes I received your letter yesterday

About theG time the door knob Dbroke.

WhenA7 you asked me how I was

GWas that some kind Dof joke.

DAll those people that you mention

Yes I knGow them they'Dre quite lame.

I haA7d to rearrange their faces

GAnd give them all anoDther name.

Right noGw I can't read too good

Don'tD send me no more letters nGo.

NotD unless you mailA7 them from

GDesolation DRow.

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Black Diamond Bay

Key: EmMedium

Am7

From his 1976 album 'Desire'.

EmUp on the white veranda

CShe wears a necktie and a PGanama hat.

EmHer passport shows a face

CFrom another time and Gplace

She looks nothin' like that.

CAnd all the remnants of herG recent past

EmAre scGattered in the wild wind.

DShe walks across the marble floor

CWherDe a voice frCom the gambling Emroom is callin' her to cGome on in.

EmShe smiles, walks the other wAmay

As the Clast sDhip saCils aEmnd the mAmoon fades awCay

From CBlack Am7DiamonAmd BayG.

EmAs the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes down

CAnd he asks for a rope and Ga pen that will write.

Em"Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,

CCarefully removes his fez, G

"Am I hearin' you right?"

CAnd as the yellow fog is liGftin'

EmThe GrGeek is quickly headin' for the second floor.

DShe passes him on the spiral staircase

CThinDkin' he's thCe Soviet AmbassaEmdor, G

EmShe starts to speak, but he wAmalks away

CAs theD stormC clouEmds rise Amand the palmC branches sway

COn BlaAm7ck DiaAmmond GBay.

EmA soldier sits beneath the fan

CDoin' business with a tiny man who sGells him a ring.

EmLightning strikes, the lights blow out.

CThe desk clerk wakes and begins to shGout,

"Can you see anything?"

CThen the Greek appears on the secondG floor

EmIn his bare feet with a rope around his Gneck,

While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle,

DSays, "Open up another deck."

CBut the dealer saDys, "CAttendez-vous, s'il vEmous plait,''

CAs the Drain beats dCown and the cEmranes fAmly awCay

CFrom BlaAm7ck DiaAmmond BGay.

EmThe desk clerk heard the woman laugh

CAs he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got toGugh.

EmHe tried to grab the woman's hand,

CSaid, "Here's a ring, it cost a graGnd."

She said, "That ain't enough."

CThen she ran upstairs to pack her Gbags

EmWhile a horse-drawn taxi waited at thGe curb.

She passed the door that the Greek had locked,

DWhere a handwritten sign read, "Do Not Disturb."

CShe kDnocked Cupon it anywEmay

CAs the sun Dwent down and the Cmusic diEmd plAmay C

COn BlAm7ack DiaAmmond BGay.

Em"I've got to talk to someone quick!"

CBut the Greek said, "Go away," and he kicked the cGhair to the floor.

EmHe hung there from the chandelier.

CShe cried, "Help, there's danger nGear

Please open up the door!"

CThen the volcano eruGpted

EmAnd the lava flowed down from the mountain high Gabove.

DThe soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner

Thinking of forbidden love.

CBut the deDsk clCerk said, "It happens everEmy day,"

CAs the stars fell doDwn and the fields CburEmned aAmwayC

COn BlAm7ack DiAmamond BGay.

EmAs the island slowly sank

CThe loser finally broke the bank in the gamblinGg room.

EmThe dealer said, "It's too late now.

CYou can take your money, but I don't knoGw how

You'll spend it in the tomb."

CThe tiny man bit the soldier'Gs ear

EmAs the floor caved in and the boiler in the basGement blew,

DWhile she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her,

"My darling, je vous aime beaucoup."

CShe sheds a Dtear andC then begins to prEmay

CAs the fire burns on and thDe smoke driCftEms aAmwayC

CFrom BAm7lack DiAmamond BGay.

EmI was sittin' home alone one night in L.A.,

CWatchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clocGk news.

EmIt seems there was an earthquake that

CLeft nothin' but a Panama Ghat

And a pair of old Greek shoes.

CDidn't seem like much was happenGin',

EmSo I turned it off and went to grab another beGer.

DSeems like every time you turn around

There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear

CAnd there's really noDthin' aCnyone can sEmay

CAnd I nevDer did pClan Emto Amgo anCyway

CTo BAm7lack DAmiamond BGay.

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Enjoy!

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Delia

Key: CCapo 2Hard

Fadd9

C/G

Csus4

CFadd9CFadd9C

CFGCGFFF

C/GG7CCsus4C

DCelia was a Fadd9gambling girl, gCambled aFadd9ll aroundC

CDe - Flia Gwas a CgamblGing gFirl, she Flaid her money down

C/G All the G7friends I ever had are Cgone Csus4 C

DCelia's dear Fadd9mother took a Ctrip out WFadd9est C

CWhen Fshe Gre -C turG - Fned, little FDelia gone to rest

C/G All the G7friends I ever had are Cgone Csus4 C

DCelia's daddy Fadd9weeped, DCelia's mFadd9omma moanedC

CWoulFdn'tG havCe beeGn so Fbad if the Fpoor girl died at home

C/G All the G7friends I ever had are Cgone Csus4 C

Instrumental

CFadd9CFadd9C

CFGCGFF

C/GG7CCsus4C

CCurtis' looking Fadd9high, C Curtis' Fadd9looking loCw

CHe sFhot GpooCr DeGlia Fdown with a Fcruel forty-four

C/G All the G7friends I ever had are Cgone Csus4 C

HCigh up on the Fadd9housetops,C high aFadd9s I can seeC

CLookFing fGor tChem rGoundFers, Flooking out for me

C/G All the G7friends I ever had are Cgone Csus4 C

MCen in AtFadd9lanta, C tryin' to Fadd9pass for Cwhite

CDeliFa's Gin Cthe GgravFeyard, boys,F six feet out of sight

C/G All the G7friends I ever had are Cgone Csus4 C

Instrumental

CFadd9CFadd9C

CFGCGFF

C/GG7CCsus4C

JCudge says to Fadd9Curtis, C "What's this Fadd9noise abouCt?"

C"All aFbout tGhem rCoundeGrs, FJudge, Ftryin' to cut me out"

C/G All the G7friends I ever had are Cgone Csus4 C

CCurtis said to the Fadd9judge, C "What Fadd9might be my Cfine?"

CJudgFe saGys,C "PoGor Fboy, you Fgot ninety-nine."

C/G All the G7friends I ever had are Cgone Csus4 C

CCurtis' in the Fadd9jail house, Cdrinking frFadd9om an old tin Ccup

CDeliFa's Gin tChe gGraveFyard, she Fain't gettin' up

C/G All the G7friends I ever had are Cgone Csus4 C

Instrumental

CFadd9CFadd9C

CFGCGFF

C/GG7CCsus4C

DCelia, Fadd9oh Delia, C how can Fadd9it be? C

CYou FloveGd aCll tGhem Frounders, Fnever did love me

C/G All the G7friends I ever had are Cgone Csus4 C

DCelia, Fadd9oh Delia, C how can Fadd9it be? C

CYou FwantGed Call GthemF rounders, Fnever had time for me

C/G All the G7friends I ever had are Cgone Csus4 C

CFadd9CFadd9C

CFGCGFF

C/G

G7CCsus4C

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Neighborhood Bully

Key: DEasy

Well, the Dneighborhood Abully, he's just one Eman,

His Denemies Asay he's on their Eland.

They Ggot him outDnumbered about a million to Aone,

He got Ano place to eEscape to, Gno place to Drun.

He's the neighborhood Abully. D A D A D A

The nDeighborhood bAully just lives to suErvive,

He's criDticized and coAndemned for being Ealive.

He's not suGpposed to fight Dback, he's supposed to have Athick skin,

He's suppAosed to lay downE and die wGhen his door is kickeDd in.

He's the neighborhood Abully. D A D A D A

The neighbDorhood bully Abeen driven out of evEery land,

He's wandDered the eaArth an exiled mEan.

Seen his Gfamily scattDered, his people hounded andA torn,

He's alAways on trEial for juGst being bDorn.

He's the neighborhood Abully. D A D A D A

Well, he kDnocked out a Alynch mob, he was criEticized,

Old Dwomen condemnedA him, said he should aEpologize.

Then Ghe destroyed a bDomb factory, nobody was gAlad.

The bomAbs were meantE for him. GHe was supposed to feeDl bad.

He's the neighborhood Abully. D A D A D A

Well, the chDances are agaAinst it and the odds Eare slim

ThatD he'll live by the Arules that the world makes fEor him,

'CausGe there's a noose Dat his neck and a gun at hisA back

And a lAicense to kilEl him is gGiven out to every Dmaniac.

He's the neighborhood Abully. D A D A D A

He got no Dallies tAo really speak Eof.

What he geDts he must pay for, hAe don't get it out of Elove.

He buGys obsoleteD weapons and he won't be denAied

But no Aone sends fleEsh and bloGod to fight by his Dside.

He's the neighborhood Abully. D A D A D A

Well, he's suDrrounded by pAacifists who all wantE peace,

They praDy for it nightlAy that the bloodshed must Ecease.

Now, Gthey wouldn't hurt aD fly. To hurt one they wouldA weep.

They laAy and they waEit for thiGs bully to fall Dasleep.

He's the neighborhood Abully. D A D A D A

Every empiDre that'sA enslaved him is gEone,

EgypDt and Rome,A even the great BaEbylon.

He's Gmade a gardDen of paradise in the desertA sand,

In bAed with nobEody, underG no one's coDmmand.

He's the neighborhood Abully. D A D A D A

Now his hoDliest books hAave been trampled upEon,

No contract Dhe signed was worAth what it was wriEtten on.

He toGok the crumbs of the Dworld and he turned it into Awealth,

Took siAckness and diEsease and Ghe turned it into Dhealth.

He's the neighborhood Abully. D A D A D A

What's anyDbody indebAted to him fEor?

NothDin', they say. HAe just likes to caEuse war.

PrideG and prejudDice and superstition inAdeed,

They waAit for this bEully like a dGog waits to Dfeed.

He's the neighborhood Abully. D A D A D A

What has hDe done to Awear so many sEcars?

Does he change the Dcourse of rivers? DAoes he pollute the moon and sEtars?

NeighGborhood bulDly, standing on the Ahill,

RunningA out the cElock, timeG standing stDill,

Neighborhood bAully. D A D A D A

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Chimes Of Freedom

Key: GEasy

From 'Another Side Of Bob Dylan' 1964.

GFar between sundown's Dfinish, and Gmidnight's broken Ctoll

We Gducked inside the Cdoorway, Dthunder Gcrashin'

As majestic bells of Dbolts struck Gshadows in the Csounds

SeemGing to be the Dchimes of freedom Gflashin'

DFlashing for the warriors whose Gstrength is not to fight

CFlashing for the Grefugees in the Amunarmed road of Dflight

And for Geach and every Dunderdog Gsoldier in the Cnight

And we Ggazed upon the Cchimes of Dfreedom Gflashin' D G

In the city's melted Dfurnace, unexpGectedly we Cwatched

With fGaces hidden Das the walls were Gtightening D

As the Gecho of the Dwedding bells Gbefore the blowin' Crain

GDissolved into the Dbells of the Glighting

DTolling for the rebel, Gtolling for the rake

CTolling for the Gluckless, the Amabandoned and Dforsaked

GTolling for the Doutcast, Gburnin' constantly at Cstake

GCDG

And wGe gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin'

GThrough the mad mysticD hammering of the wild Cripping Ghail

GCDG

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

GDG

That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze

DLeaving only bells of lightning and its tGhunder

CStriking for the geGntle, strikAming for the kGind

GDGC

Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind

An' thGe unpawned painterD behind his riGghtful timCe

GCDGDG

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

DGC

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

GDGD

For the disrobed faceless forms of no position

GDGC

Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts

AlGl down in taken-forD-granted sitGuations

DTolling for the deaf an' blind, toGlling for the mute

CFor the mistreatGed, mateless mAmother, the mistitled proDstitute

ForG the misdemeanorD outlaw, Gchased an' cheated by pursuit C

An' wGe gazed uponG the chimes of Cfreedom flDashing. G

GEven though a clDoud's white curCtain in a far-off coGrner flashed

GCDG

An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting

DGC

Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones

GCondemned to dDrift or else be keGpt from drifting

DTolling for the searching ones, on their speechlesGs, seeking trail

CFor the lonesome-Ghearted lovers with too pAmersonal a talDe

GDGC

An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail

GAn' we gazed upCon the chiDmes of fGreedom flashiDngG.

DStarry-eyed anG' laughing Cas I recall when we were caught

GDGD

Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended

GDGC

As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look

GSpellbound an' swalDlowed 'til the tolling eGnded

DTolling for the aching Gones whose wounds cannot be nursed

CFor the countlGess confused, Amaccused, misusDed, strung-out ones an' worse

GAn' for every hung-up pDerson in the whoCle wide univerGse

An' we gazGed uponG the chimes of Cfreedom flDashing. G

Enjoy!

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Floater Too Much To Ask

Key: FHard

F#7

Eb7

Ebm

C/E

Bb6

F7F#F#7F7

F7Down over the wF7indow

BbCome the dazzlinEb7g sunlit rBbays

Through the F7back alleys, through the blF7inds,

Another oneBb of them endleEbmss daBbys

F7Honey bees are F7buzzing

BbLeaves bEb7egin to stBbir

F7I'm in love with my second F7cousin

I tell myseBblf I could be haEbmppy forever withBb her.A7

DmI keep listening foA7r footsteps,

DmBut I ain't ever hearing aBbny A7

DmFrom the boat, I fish for bA7ullheads

DmI catch a lot,C/E sometimes too mFany

F7A summer breeze is F7blowin',

BbA squall iEb7s setting Bbin.

F7Sometimes it's just plain sF7tupid

BbTo get into any Ebmkind of wiBbnd.

F7F#F#7F7

F7Well, the old men 'round here sometimes they geF7t on

Bbbad terms with tEb7he youngerBb men,

F7Old, young - age don't carry weF7ight

BbIt doesn't matteEbmr in the eBbnd

F7One of the bosses' hangers-on sometimes comes toF7 call

BbAt times you Eb7least expeBbct,

F7Tryin' to bully you, strong-arm you, inspire you withF7 fear.

BbIt has the opEbmposite effBbect A7

DmThere's a new grove of trees on the outskA7irts of town

DmThe old one - long gBbone. A7

DmTimber, two foot six acroA7ss,

DmBurns with theC/E bark stillF on.

F7They say times areF7 hard,

BbIf you don't believe it you caEb7n follow yBbour nose.

F7It don't bother me, times are hard evF7erywhere,

BbWe will just have Ebmto see how it Bbgoes.

F7F#F#7F7

F7My old man he's like some feudal F7lord,

BbGot more livEb7es than a Bbcat.

F7I've never seen him quarrel with my mother even oF7nce.

BbThings come alivEbme or they fall fBblat.

F7You can smell the pine woodF7 burnin'

BbYou can hear the sEb7chool-bellBb ring.

F7Got to get up near the teacher, if yF7ou can

BbIf you wanna leaEbmrn anythinBbg. A7

DmRomeo, he said to Juliet, "You got a poorA7 complexion

DmIt don't give you an appearance of a youthful toBbuch."A7

DmJuliet said back to Romeo, "Why don't youA7 just shove off

DmIf it botheC/Ers you so mFuch."

F7They all got out of here any way they cF7ould -

BbCold rain can giEb7ve you theBb shivers.

F7They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the TeF7nnessee,

BbAll the rest of Ebmthem rebel riBbvers.

F7F#F#7F7

F7If you ever try to interfere with me, or cross my pF7ath again,

BbYou do so at the perilEb7 of your oBbwn life.

F7I'm not quite as cool or forgiving as F7I sound,

BbI've seen enough hEbmeartache and stBbrife.

F7My grandfather was a duck tF7rapper

BbHe could do it with juEb7st dragnets andBb ropes

F7My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old F7cloth,

BbI don't know if theEbmy had any dreams or hBbopes.A7

DmI had 'em once though I suA7ppose

DmTo go along with all the ring dancing,

Christmas Carols on all the BbChristmas EvesA7

DmI left all my dreams and hA7opes

DmBuried under tC/Eobacco leavFes

F7Not always easy kicking someone F7out,

BbGot to wait awhile, Eb7it can be an unpleaBbsant task.

F7Sometimes somebody wants you to give somethF7ing up

BbAnd, tears or not, itEbm's too much to Bbask.

F#F#7F7Bb6

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10.

This Evening So Soon

Key: CHard

CDmEmDm

C Tell old DmBill, when Emhe comes Dmhome this Cmorning, Dm Em F

C Tell old DmBill, when Emhe comes Dmhome this Gevening,G7 G6 G

C Tell old DmBill, when Emhe comes Fhome,

C To Dmleave them downtown Emgals aFlone,

This Cmorning,Dm this EmeveGning, so sCoon Dm Em F

C Ol DmSal was a-Embaking Dmbread thisC morning,Dm Em F

C Ol DmSal was a-Embaking Dmbread this CeveniDmng, Em F

C Ol DmSal was a-Embaking Fbread,

When she Cfound out Dmthat her EmBill was Fdead,

This Cmorning,Dm this Emevening,Dm so CsooDmn Em F

She Csaid, oh Dmno, that Emcan?t be Dmso this Cmorning, Dm Em F

C Oh Dmno, that Emcan?t be Dmso this Gevening,G7 G6 G

C Oh Dmno, that Emcan?t be Dmso,

My CBill left Dmhome about an Emhour aGgo

This Cmorning,Dm this Emevening,Dm so CsooDmn Em G

CDmEmDmCDmEmDm

CDmEmDmG

CDmEmFCDmEmDm

CDmEmGCDmEmF

They Cbrought Bill Dmhome in a Emhurry-up Dmwagon this Cmorning Dm Em F

They Cbrought Bill Dmhome in a Emhurry-up Dmwagon this GevenG7ingG6, G

Well, you know they Cbrought Bill Dmhome in a Emhurry-up Fwagon,

His C arms like Dmlead, his Dmfeet were Gdragging,

This Cmorning,Dm this Emevening,Dm so CsooDmn Em G

So CsooDmn Em Dm

CDmEmDmCDmEmDm

CDmEmDmG

CDmEmDmCDmEmDm

C Tell old DmBill, when Emhe comes Dmhome this Cmorning, Dm Em F

C Tell old DmBill, when Emhe comes Dmhome this Gevening,G7 G6 G

C Tell old DmBill, when Emhe comes Dmhome,

He better Cleave them Dmdowntown Emgals aDmlone,

This Cmorning,Dm this EmeveDmning, so soCon Dm Em Dm

So CsooDmn Em Dm

So CsooDmn Em Dm C Dm Em Dm C

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