Standard guitar tuning:EADGBECapo on 6 fret
DDHow many rGoads must a mAan walk doDwn before you cGall him a mDan? How many sGeas must a wAhite dove sDail before she slGeeps in the sAand? Yes and hDow many tGimes must the cAannon balls fDly before they're fGorever bDanned? The Ganswer my fAriend is Dblowing in the Bmwind The Ganswer is blAowing in the wDind
G A D Bm G A DDHow many yGears can a moAuntain exDist before it is waGshed to the sDea? Yes and how many yGears can some pAeople exDist before they're allGowed to be frAee? Yes and hDow many tGimes can a mAan turn his hDead pretending that he jGust didn't sDee? The Ganswer my fAriend is Dblowing in the Bmwind The Ganswer is blAowing in the wDind
G A D Bm G A DYes and Dhow many tGimes must a mAan look Dup before he can sGee the sDky? Yes and how many eGars must oAne man hDave before he can hGear people cAry? Yes and Dhow many dGeaths will it tAake till he knDows that too many pGeople have diDed? The Ganswer my fAriend is Dblowing in the Bmwind The Ganswer is blAowing in the wDind Girl From The NorthG CAouDntBmry:G A D
GWGell, if you're traCvellinD' in theG north country fair, GWhere the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me Cto one who lives Gthere GShe once was a Ctrue Dlove of Gmine. WGell, if you go in the sCnowflakDe sGtorm GWhen the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see she has aC coat so waGrm GTo keep her from the ChowliDn' Gwinds. GPlease see for me if heCr hair hDangs lGong GIf it rolls and flows all down her breast, Please see for mCe if her hair hangs lGong, GThat's the way I Cremember Dher bGest. GI'm a wonderin' if she rCemembers mDe at aGll GMany times I've often prayed In the darkness ofC my niGght GIn the brightness of Cmy DdaGy.
SoloGSo if you're travellin' in the nCorth coDuntry Gfair, GWhere the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to oCne who lives theGre, GShe once was a true lCove of DmineG. Maters Of War:
Am Am7 AmAmCome you masters Amof Am7war, you tAmhat build the big guns Am7 Am AmYou that build the deathAm plAm7anesAm, you that build all the bombs Am7 Am AmYou that hide behind waAmllsAm7, yoAmu that hide behind desks Am7 Am AmI just Cwant you to Gknow I can Fsee through your Ammasks Am7 Am AmYou that never haAmve Am7done nAmothin' but build to destroy Am7 Am AmYou play AmwitAm7h myAm world like it's your liAm7ttleAm toy AmYou put a gun in Ammy Am7handAm then you hide from my eyes Am7 Am AmThen yoCu turn and rGun farther Fwhen the fast bulAmlets flAm7y Am AmLike JuAmdasAm7 of Amold you lie and Am7deceAmive AmA world war can'tAm beAm7 wonAm, and you want me to believe Am7 Am AmBut I see through yAmourAm7 eyeAms and I see through your brain Am7 Am AmLike I Csee through Gthe water tFhat runs down my Amdrain Am7 Am AmYou that fasten aAmll Am7the Amtriggers for the others to Am7fireAm AmThen you sit back aAmnd Am7watcAmh while the death count gets higher Am7 Am AmYou hide in your maAmnsiAm7ons Amwhile the young people's blood Am7 Am AmFlows oCut of theiGr bodies Fand gets buriedAm in theAm7 mudAm AmYou've thrown theAm woAm7rst Amfear that can ever be hurled Am7 Am AmFear tAmo bAm7ringAm children into theAm7 worAmld AmFor threateAmninAm7g myAm baby, unborn and unnamedAm7 Am AmYou ainC't wortGh the bloodF that runs iAmn your Am7veinAms AmHow muchAm doAm7 I kAmnow to talk out of tAm7urn Am AmYou might say thaAmt IAm7'm yAmoung, you might say I'm unlearned Am7 Am AmBut there's one tAmhinAm7g I Amknow, though I'm younger than you Am7 Am AmEven JeCsus woulGd never Fforgive whaAmt you dAm7o Am AmLet me ask you onAme qAm7uestAmion: is your money that good? Am7 Am AmWill it buy you fAmorgAm7ivenAmess? Do you think that it couAm7ld? Am AmI think you will AmfinAm7d whAmen your death takes its toAm7ll Am AmAll theC money you mGade won't eFver buy back yourAm soul Am7 Am AmAnd I hope that yAmou Am7die Amand your death will come soon Am7 Am AmI'll follow yAmourAm7 casAmket through the pale afterAm7noonAm AmAnd I'll watch whAmileAm7 youAm're lowered into your death bed Am7 Am AmThen I'Cll stand over Gyour grave tFill I'm sure that yoAmu're deAm7ad Am Down The Highway:
D7D7Well I'm walkin' down the highway with a suitcase inmy hand Yes I'm Gwalkin' down the highway with a D7suitcase in my hand Lord I Areally miss my baby she's in some D7far-off land D7With my suitcase in my hand. Lord, I really miss my baby, She's in some far-off land. D7Well, your streets are gettin' empty, Lord, your higGhway's gettD7in' filled. And yoAur streets are gD7ettin' empty D7And your highway's gettin' filled. Well, the way I love that woman, I swear it's bound to get me killed. D7Well, I been gamblin' so long, G D7 ( Riff( Lord, I ain't got much more to lose. Yes, I beAen gamblin' sD7o long, D7Lord, I ain't got much more to lose. Right now I'm havin' trouble, Please don't take away my highway shoes. D7Well, I'm bound to get lucky, baby, Or I'mG bound to diD7e tryin'. Yes, I'm a-bAound to geD7t lucky, baby, D7Lord, Lord I'm a-bound to die tryin'. Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean And we'll leave this ol' highway behind. D7Well, the ocean took my baby, My baby stoGle my heD7art from me. Yes, theA ocean took myD7 baby, D7My baby took my heart from me. She packed it all up in a suitcase, Lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy. D7So, I'm a-walkin' down your highway Just as far aGs my poor eyD7es can see. Yes, I'm a-wAalkin' down youD7r highway D7Just as far as my eyes can see. From the Golden Gate Bridge All the way to the Statue of Liberty. Bob Dylan's Blues:
AAWell, the Lone Ranger and Tonto They are ridin' down the line EFixin' ev'rybody's troubles Ev'rybody's 'cept mine Somebody musta tol' 'em That I was doin' fine
A D E AAOh you five and ten cent women With nothin' in your heads EI got a real gal I'm lovin' And Lord I'll love her till I'm dead Go away from my door and my window too Right now
A D E AALord, I ain't goin' down to no race track See no sports car run EI don't have no sports car And I don't even care to have one I can walk anytime around the block A, D3RD, E, A AWell, the wind keeps a-blowin' me Up and down the street EWith my hat in my hand And my boots on my feet Watch out so you don't step on me A, D3RD, E, A AWell, lookit here buddy You want to be like me Pull out your six-shooter EAnd rob every bank you can see Tell the judge I said it was all right Yes!
Finish off with instrumental soloA Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall: EOh, where have you been, my blAue eyed sEon? Oh, whEere have you been, my darBling young one? I've stAumbled on the side of twEelve misty mountains I've wAalked and I've crawled on sEix crooked highways I've stAepped in the middle of sEeven sad forests I've been oAut in front of a dozEen dead oceans I've been tAen thousand miles in the Emouth of a graveyard And it's a hEard, and it's a haBrd, it's a hEard, and it's a Ahard And it's a haErd rBain's a gonna fEall A E Oh, whEat did you see, my blue eyAed son? E Oh, whEat did you see, my darlinBg young one? I saw aA newborn baby with wild Ewolves all around it I saw aA highway of diamonds witEh nobody on it I saw aA black branch with bloodE that kept drippin' I saw aA room full of men with tEheir hammers a bleedin' I saw aA white ladder all covereEd with water I saw tAen thousand talkers whosEe tongues were all broken I saw gAuns and sharp swords in Ethe hands of young children And it's a hEard, and it's a haBrd, it's a hEard, and it's a Ahard And it's a haErd rBain's a gonna fEall A E And whEat did you hear, my blueA eyed sonE? And whEat did you hear, my darliBng young one? I heardA the sound of a thunder,E it roared out a warnin' Heard tAhe roar of a wave that cEould drown the whole world Heard oAne hundred drummers whosEe hands were a blazin' Heard tAen thousand whisperin' aEnd nobody listenin' Heard oAne person starve, I hearEd many people laughin' Heard tAhe song of a poet who diEed in the gutter Heard tAhe sound of a clown who Ecried in the alley And it's a hEard, and it's a haBrd, it's a hEard, and it's a Ahard And it's a haErd rBain's a gonna fEall A E Oh, whEo did you meet, my blue Aeyed son?E Who diEd you meet, my darling yoBung one? I met aA young child beside a deEad pony I met aA white man who walked a Eblack dog I met aA young woman whose body Ewas burning I met aA young girl, she gave meE a rainbow I met oAne man who was wounded iEn love I met aAnother man who was woundEed with hatred And it's a hEard, and it's a haBrd, it's a hEard, and it's a Ahard And it's a haErd rBain's a gonna fEall A E Oh, whEat'll you do now, my bluAe eyed soEn? Oh, whEat'll you do now, my darlBing young one? I'm a gAoin' back out 'fore the Erain starts a fallin' I'll waAlk to the depths of the Edeepest black forest Where tAhe people are many and tEheir hands are all empty Where tAhe pellets of poison areE flooding their waters Where tAhe home in the valley meEets the damp dirty prison Where tAhe executioner's face isE always well hidden Where hAunger is ugly, where souEls are forgotten Where bAlack is the color, whereE none is the number And I'lAl tell it and think it aEnd speak it and breathe it And refAlect it from the mountaiEn so all souls can see it Then I'All stand on the ocean unEtil I start sinkin' But I'lAl know my song well befoEre I start singin' And it's a hEard, and it's a haBrd, it's a hEard, and it's a Ahard And it's a haErd rBain's a gonna fEall A E Don't Think Twice, It's Alright:
E B C♯m A E B EWell it Eain't no use to Bsit and wonder C♯mwhy, babe AIf you don't know by Enow B An' it Eain't no use to Bsit and wonder C♯mwhy, babe F♯7It'lA7l never do someBhow When your Erooster crows at the E7break of dawn ALook out your window andF♯7 I'lA7l be gone EYou're the Breason I'm C♯mtrav'lin' onA But Edon't think Btwice, it's all Eright
E B C♯m A EAn' it Eain't no use in Bturnin' on your C♯mlight, babe The Alight I never Eknowed B An' it Eain't no use in Bturnin' on your C♯mlight, babe F♯7I'm A7on the dark side of the Broad But I Ewish there was somethin' you wouldE7 do or say To Atry and make me change my F♯7mindA7 and stay EWe never Bdid too much C♯mtalkin' anyAway But Edon't think Btwice, it's all Eright
E B C♯m A ESo it Eain't no use in Bcallin' out my C♯mname, gal ALike you never done beEfore B An' it Eain't no use in Bcallin' out my C♯mname, gal F♯7I caA7n't hear you any mBore I'm a-Ethinkin' and a-wonderin' E7walkin' down the road I Aonce loved a woman, a F♯7chilA7d I'm told I Egive her my Bheart but she C♯mwanted my Asoul But Edon't think Btwice, it's all Eright
E B C♯m A ESo ElonBg honey-C♯mbabe Where I'm Abound, I can't Etell B EGoodbye's Btoo good a C♯mword, babe F♯7So IA7 just say fare thee Bwell I Eain't sayin' you treatedE7 me unkind AYou could have done better butF♯7 I dA7on't mind EYou just kinda Bwasted myC♯m precious Atime But Edon't think Btwice, it's all Eright
D3 G D G DOxford Town, Oxford Town
G D G DEv'rybody's got their heads bowed down D3The sun don'tG shine Dabove Gthe ground D
G D G DAin't a-goin' down to Oxford Town
D3 G D G D X2
D3 G D G DHe went down to Oxford Town
G D G DGuns and clubs followed him down D3All because hGis faceD was bGrown D
G D G DBetter get away from Oxford Town
D3 G D G D X2
D3 G D G DOxford Town around the bend
G D G DHe come in to the door, he couldn't get in
D3 G D G DAll because of the color of his skin
G D G DWhat do you think about that, my frien'?
D3 G D G D X2
D3 G D G DMe and my gal, my gal's son
G D G DWe got met with a tear gas bomb
D3 G D G DI don't even know why we come
G D G DGoin' back where we come from
D3 G D G D X2
D3 G D G DOxford Town in the afternoon
G D G DEv'rybody singin' a sorrowful tune
D3 G D G DTwo men died 'neath the Mississippi moon
G D G DSomebody better investigate soon
D3 G D G D X2
D3 G D G DOxford Town, Oxford Town
G D G DEv'rybody's got their heads bowed down
D3 G D G DThe sun don't shine above the ground
G D G DAin't a-goin' down to Oxford Town Talkin' World War III Blues: This song is written after Bob Dylan experienced a bad dream about World War III. Very that there will be a 3rd one anyway so don't worry.
D G E GGSome time ago a crazy dream came to me, I dreamt I was waDlkin' into World War EThreGe, DI went to the doctor the very next day To see what kinda words he could say. GHe said it was a bad dream. DI wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though, They were my own dreams and they're only in my head.
E G D E GGI said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain." He said,D "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane," E G DHe grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!" As I landed on the psychiatric couch, He said, "TellG me about it."
E G D E GGWell, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast, It was all over by Dquarter past.E G DI was down in the sewer with some little lover When I peeked out from a manhole cover E G DWondering who turned the lights on.
E G D E GGWell, I got up and walked around And upD and down the lonesome town. E G DI stood a-wondering which way to go, I lit a cigarette on a parking meter And walked on down the rEoad. G DIt was a normal day.
E G D E GGWell, I rung the fallout shelter bell And I leaned my head and I gave a yell, D"Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man." A shotgun fired and away I ran. I don't blame them too much though, GI know I look funny.
E G D E GGDown at the corner by a hot-dog stand I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend, I guess there's just us two." He screamed a bit and away he fleEw. G DThought I was a Communist.
E G D E GGWell, I spied a girl and before she could leave, D"Let's go and play Adam and Eve." E G DI took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin' When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin', E G DYou see what happened last time they started."
E, G, D, E, G X3GWell, I seen a Cadillac window uptown DAnd there was nobody aroun'E, G DI got into the driver's seat And I drove 42nd Street DIn my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war.
E, G, D, E, G X3GWell, I remember seein' some ad, DSo I turned on my Conelrad. E G DBut I didn't pay my Con Ed bill, E G So the radio didn't work so well. DTurned on my player- It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin', "Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa, Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah."
E, G, D, E, G X3GI was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue, DI needed somebody to talk to. E G DSo I called up the operator of time Just to hear a voice of some kind. E G D"When you hear the beep It will be three o'clock," She said that for over an hour And I hung it up.
E, G, D, E, G X3GWell, the doctor interrupted me just about then, DSayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams, E G DBut mine was a little different you see. I dreamt that the only person left after the war was meE. G DI didn't see you around."
E, G, D, E, G X3GWell, now time passed and now it seems DEverybody's having them dreams.E G DEverybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else. Half of the people can be part right all of the time, Some of the people can be all right part of the time. But all the people can't be all right all the time I think Abraham Lincoln said that. D"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours," E G I said that.
E, G, D, E, G X3Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance: Harmonica Intro: G C G GHoney, just allow me one more chance To gCet along with yGou. Honey, just allow me one more chance, Ah'll A7do anything with yDou. GWell, I'm a-walkin' down the road With my hG7ead in my hand, I'm lCookin' for a woman Needs a wA7orried man. GJust-a one kind fDavor I aGsk yCou, G'Low me just-a oDne more cGhance. GHoney, just allow me one more chance CTo ride your aeroGplane. Honey, just allowA7 me one more chDance GTo ride your passenger train. Well, I've been G7lookin' all over CFor a gal like you, I can't find A7nobody GSo youD'll havGe to Cdo. GJust-a one kind fDavor I ask yGou, 'Low me just-a one more chance. GHoney, just allow me one more chance To getC along with yGou. Honey, just allowA7 me one more chDance, GAh'll do anything with you. Well, looG7kin' for a woman CThat ain't got no man, Is just lookA7in' for a needle That is lost in the sand. GJust-a one kDind favor GI ask youC, 'Low me jGust-a one moreD chance.G I Shall Be Free:
G, G, G, G , C ,G, C, C, G X2DWell, I took me a woman late last night, I's three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight. She took off her wheel, took off her bell, Took off her wig, said, "How do I smell?" I hot-footed it . . . bare-naked . . . Out the window!
IntroGWell, sometimes I might get drunk, Walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk. Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride 'Cause I got my little lady right by my side. (Right there Proud as can be)
IntroDI's out there paintin' on the old woodshed When a can a black paint it fell on my head. I went down to scrub and rub But I had to sit in back of the tub. (Cost a quarter And I had to get out quick . . . Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna)
IntroGWell, my telephone rang it would not stop, It's President Kennedy callin' me up. He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?" I said, "My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot, Anita Ekberg, Sophia Loren."
IntroDWell, I got a woman sleeps on a cot, She yells and hollers and squeals a lot. Licks my face and tickles my ear, Bends me over and buys me beer. (She's a honeymooner A June crooner A spoon feeder And a natural leader)
IntroGOh, there ain't no use in me workin' so heavy, I got a woman who works on the levee. Pumping that water up to her neck, Every week she sends me a monthly check. (She's a humdinger Folk singer Dead ringer For A thing-A-muh jigger)
IntroDLate one day in the middle of the week, Eyes were closed I was half asleep. I chased me a woman up the hill, Right in the middle of an air raid drill. It was Little Bo Peep! (I jumped a fallout shelter I jumped a bean stalk I jumped a ferris wheel)
IntroGNow, the man on the stand he wants my vote, He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note. He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple, Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people. (He's eatin' bagels He's eatin' pizza He's eatin' chitlins He's eatin' bullshit!)
IntroDOh, set me down on a television floor, I'll flip the channel to number four. Out of the shower comes a grown-up man With a bottle of hair oil in his hand. (It's that greasy kid stuff. What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is What do you do about Willy Mays and Yul Brynner, Charles de Gaulle And Robert Louis Stevenson?)
IntroGWell, the funniest woman I ever seen Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean. She takes about fifteen baths a day, Wants me to grow a cigar on my face.
IntroDWell, ask me why I'm drunk alla time, It levels my head and eases my mind. I just walk along and stroll and sing, I see better days and I do better things. (I catch dinosaurs I make love to Elizabeth Taylor . . . Catch hell from Richard Burton!) Enjoy! Note: Some songs might be wrong but do let the office know. Overall, enjoy!