Blowin' In The Wind
Girl From The North Country
Masters Of War
Down The Highway
Bob Dylan's Blues
A Hard Rain's A—Gonna Fall (no tab yet, will add later)
Don't Think Twice It's All Right
Bob Dylan's Dream
Oxford Town
Talking World War III Blues (no tab yet, will add later)
Corrina, Corrina
Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance (no tab yet, will add later)
I Shall Be Free
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Blowing in the Wind
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Capo 7th
[G]
[G]How many [C]roads [G/B]must a [D/A]man walk down[G] before you [C]call [G/B]him a [D/A]man?
[G]How many [C]seas [G/B]must a [D/A]white dove sail[G] before she [C]sleeps [G/B]in the [D/A]sand?
[G]How many [C]times [G/B]must the [D/A]cannonballs fly[G] before they are [C]for—[G/B]ever [D/A]banned?
The [C]an—[G/B]swer, my [D/A]friend, is [G]blowin' in the [C]wind,
The [C]an—[G/B]swer is [D/A]blowin' in the wind[G].
Harmonica Solo:
[C] [G/B] [D/A]
[G] [C/G]
[G/B] [D/A] [G]
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.
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Girl From The North Country
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Capo 3rd fret
Intro:G C/G G C/G ... G Em
Em7 D7/F# G C/G G
If you're travellin' in the north country fair
Em7 D7/F# G C/G G
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Em7 D7/F# G C/G G
Remember me to one who lives there
Em7 D7/F# G C/G G Em
For she once was a true love of mine
If you go when the snowflakes 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 if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair is hangin' long
For 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
Harmonica break
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
Harmonica break
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Masters of War
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Capo 3rd fret
Intro: Dm (hammer on/pull off the 3rd string (G—A) throughout)
e—1—1—1—...—
B—3—3—3—...—
G—2—0—2—...—
D—0—0—0—...—
A———————————
D———————————
Dm
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
F C Dm
I just want you to know I can see through your 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 getshigher
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
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Down the Highway
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
G7: 320031
Intro: G7
The Riff: (after every G7) | These little riffs |
| are also heard in |
G7 | many places. |
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Arpeggio
G7
Well, I'm walkin' down the highway with my suitcase in my hand
C7 G7
Yes, I'm a—walkin' down the highway with my suitcase in my hand
D7 C7 G7
Lord, I really miss my baby, she's in some foreign land
Well, your streets are getting empty, Lord, your highway's getting filled
And your streets are getting empty, and your highway's getting filled
Well, the way I love that woman, I swear it's bound to get me killed
Well, I've been gamblin' so long, Lord, I ain't got much more to lose
Yes I've been gamblin' so long, I ain't a—got much more to lose
Right now i'm having troubles, pleas don't take away my highway shoes
Well, I'm bound to get lucky, baby, or I'm bound to die tryin'
Yes I'm bound to get lucky, Lord, I'm a—bound to die tryin'
Well meet me in the middle of the ocean and we'll leave this old highway
behind
Well, the ocean took my baby, my baby stole my heart from me
Yes the ocean took my baby, my baby took my heart from me
She packed it all up in a suitcase, Lord she took it away to Italy, Italy
Well, I'm a—walkin down your highway, just as far as my poor eyes can see
Yes I'm a—walkin down your highway, just as far as my eyes can see
From the Golden Gate bridge, all the way to the Statue of Liberty
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Bob Dylan's Blues
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Capo second fret
Intro: G
the bass part at the beginning goes like:
D————2———0———————
A————————————2———
E—3——————————————
Unlike most of the songs nowadays that are being written uptown in Tin Pan Alley
That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays
This, this is a song, this wasn't written up there
this was written somewhere down in the United States
G
Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they're riding down the line
C
Fixin' everybody's troubles, everybody's 'cept mine
G D G
Someone must have told 'em that I was doin' fine
All you five and ten cent women, with nothing in your heads
I got a real gal I'm a lovin', lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead
Go away from my door and my window too right now
Lord, I ain't goin' down to no racetrack to see no sports car run
I don't have no sports car and I don't even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block
Well, the wind keeps a blowin' me up and down the street
With my hat in my hands and my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me
Well look at here buddy, he wanna be like me
Pull out your six shooter and rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right yeah
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Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
**Capo 4th fret (actually in E Major, not C)**
EADGBe
++++++
320003 G
322003 G6
323003 G7
A harmonica
INTRO:
C C/G G Am Am/G F C G
VERSE 1:
C C/G G Am Am/G F
Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe,
C G G6 G
If'n you don't know by now.
C C/G G Am Am/G D7/F#
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe.
G G6 G7
It'll never do, somehow.
C C7
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn
F D7/F#
look out your window and I'll be gone
C C/B Am Am/G F
You're the reason I'm travelin' on,
C G G6 C
but don't think twice, it's al—right.
VERSE 2:
Ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe,
That light I never knowed.
Ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe,
I'm on the dark side of the road.
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say,
To try & make me change my mind and stay.
We never did too much talkin' anyway,
So don't think twice, it's all right.
VERSE 3:
It ain't no use in callin out my name, gal
Like you never done before.
It ain't no use in callin out my name, gal
I can't hear anymore
I'm sittin & a wonderin, walkin down the road
I once loved a woman — a child I am told
I give her my heart, but she wanted my soul
but don't think twice, it's alright.
VERSE 3:
So lo—ong honey babe
where I'm bound, I can't tell.
Goodbye is too good a word babe.
So I'll just say, "Fare thee well."
I ain't sayin you treated me unkind
You coulda done better but, I don't mind
You just kind of wasted my precious time
but don't think twice, it's alright.
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Bob Dylan's Dream
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
The harp's in G, position 1.
While [G]riding on a [Am]train going west
I fell as[Am/B]leep [Am/C]for to t[D]ake my rest.
[D/C]I [G]dreamed a dream that [C]made me [G]sad
Concerning mys[D]elf and the [C]first few [C/B]friends I [G]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.
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Oxford Town
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
capo on the 1st fret
G C G
Oxford Town, Oxford Town,
C G C G
Ev'rybody's got their heads bowed down,
G C G C G
The sun don't shine above the ground,
C G
Ain't a—goin' down to oxford town
He went down to Oxford town,
Guns and club followed him down,
All because his face was brown,
Better get away from oxford town.
Oxford town around the bend,
He come into the door, he couldn't get in,
All because the color of his skin,
What do you think about that my friend
Me and my gal, my gal sun,
We got met with a tear gas bomb,
I don't even know why we come,
Going back where we come from.
Oxford Town in the afternoon,
Ev'rybody singin' a sorrowful tune,
Two men died with the missisipi moon,
Somebody better investigate soon.
—=repeat the first verse=—
G: 320001 C: 3x2013
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Corrina, Corrina
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
*** Capo 5th fret ***
EADGBe
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C x32010
C/E xx2010
F xx3211
G/D xx0003
G 320003
Intro ( repeat after each line ): C/E F C/E F C/E G/D C
C F C
Corrina, Corrina, gal where you been so long?
F C
Corrina, Corrina, gal where you been so long?
G F C
I've been worryin' 'bout you baby, baby please come home
I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings
I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings
But I ain't a—got Corrina, life don't mean a thing
Instrumental verse
Corrina, Corrina, gal you're on my mind
Corrina, Corrina, gal you're on my mind
I was sittin' down thinking of you, I just can't keep from cryin'
Instrumental verse
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I Shall Be Free
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Transcription by Kelvin Sherlock
Intro: G D G C/G G C/G G
D
Well I took me a woman late last night,
G C/G G C/G G
I's three fourths drunk, she looked all right
D
'til she started peeling off her onion gook,
G C/G
Took off her wig, said, "How do I look?"
G C/G
I's high flyin
bare naked
out the window
Well, sometimes, I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
Don't hurt me none, it don't hurt my pride
Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out there paintin' on the old wood shed
When a can of 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
Half price
Well, 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, Bridgette Bardot"
Anita Ickberg
Sophia Loren
County'll grow
Well I got a woman five feet short
She yells and hollars and screams and snorts
She tickles my nose, pats me on the head
Rolls me over and kicks me out of bed
She's a man—eater
Meat grinder
Bad loser
Oh there ain't no use in me workin' all the time
I got a woman who works herself blind
Works up to her britches, up to her neck
Writes me letters and sends me checks
She's a humdinger
Folksinger
Late one day, in the middle of the week
My eyes were closed, I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up the hill
Right in the middle of an air raid drill
I jumped a fallout shelter
I jumped a string bean
I jumped a tv dinner
I jumped a shotgun
Well the man on the stand, he wants my vote
He's runnin' for office on a ballot note
He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple
Tellin' me he loves all kinds of people
He's eatin' bagels
He's eatin' pizza
He's eatin' chitlins
Oh I sat me down on the television floor
I flipped the channel to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
Greasy kid's stuff
What I want to know mister football man is
What do you know about Willie Mays
Martin Luther King
Olitunji
Well the funniest woman I ever seen
Was the great granddaughter of Mister Clean
She takes about fifteen baths a day
Wants me to grow a moustache on my face
She's insane
Well, ask me why I'm drunk all the time
Levels my head and eases my mind
I just walk along and stroll and sing
I see better days and do better things
I catch dinosaurs
Make love to Elizabeth Taylor
Catch hell from Richard Burton