All I Really Want To Do
Black Crow Blues
Spanish Harlem Incident
Chimes of Freedom
I Shall Be Free No. 10
To Ramona
Motorpsycho Nitemare
My Back Pages
I Don't Believe You
Ballad In Plain D (no tab yet, will add later)
It Ain't Me Babe
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All I Really Want To Do
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
**Capo second fret**
Chords used: EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
C x32010 G 320003 D xx0232
C3rd xx5553 G3rd xx5433
Intro: G
C3rd G3rd D G
I ain't looking to compete with you
C G D G
Beat or cheat or mistreat you
C3rd G3rd D G
Simplify you classify you
C G D G
Deny defy or crucify you
G3rd C3rd G C G3rd
All I really want to do
D G C G D G C G D G C G
is baby be friends with you.
No and I ain't looking to fight with you
frighten you or uptighten you
drag you down or drain you down
chain you down or bring you down
All I ...
I ain't looking to block you up
shock or knock or lock you up
Analyze you categorize you
finalize you or advertise you
All I ...
I don't wanna straightface you
race or chase you, track or trace you
or disgrace you or displace you
or define you or confine you
All I ...
I don't wanna meet your kin
make you spin or do you in
or select or dissect you
or inspect you or or reject you
All I ...
I don't wanna fake you out
take or shake or forsake you out
I ain't looking for you to feel like me
see like me or be like me
All I ...
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Black Crow Blues
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
G7
I woke in the mornin', wand'rin',
C7 G7
Wasted and worn out.
C7
I woke in the mornin', wand'rin',
G7
Wasted and worn out.
D7
Wishin' my long-lost lover
D7
Will walk to me, talk to me,
G7 D7
Tell me what it's all about.
I was standin' at the side road
Listenin' to the billboard knock.
Standin' at the side road
Listenin' to the billboard knock.
Well, my wrist was empty
But my nerves were kickin',
Tickin' like a clock.
If I got anything you need, babe,
Let me tell you in front.
If I got anything you need, babe,
Let me tell you in front.
You can come to me sometime,
Night time, day time,
Any time you want.
Sometimes I'm thinkin' I'm
Too high to fall.
Sometimes I'm thinkin'
I'm Too high to fall.
Other times I'm thinkin' I'm
So low I don't know
If I can come up at all.
Black crows in the meadow
Across a broad highway.
Black crows in the meadow
Across a broad highway.
Though it's funny, honey,
I just don't feel much like a
Scarecrow today.
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Spanish Harlem Incident
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Chords used: EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
C x32010 G 320003 D xx0232
C3rd xx5553 G3rd xx5433
Intro: G C G
C G
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
C G
Cannot hold you to its heat
C G
You're temperature is too hot for tamin'
C G
Your flamin' feet are burnin' up the street.
C3rd G3rd C3rd G
I am homeless come and take me
C3rd G3rd C3rd D
to the reach of your rattle and drums.
C G C D G
Let me know, babe, all about my fortune
C D G C D [strum eighths] G C D G C G
down along my restless palms.
C G
Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
C G
I have fallen far beneath
C G
your perly eyes so fast and slashing
C3rd C G
and your flashing diamond teeth.
C3rd G3rd C3rd G
The night is pitchblack come and make my
C3rd G3rd C3rd D
pale face fit in the place of pleas.
C G C D G
Let me know, babe, I'm nearly drownin'
C D G C D G C D G C G
If it's you, my lifeline's trace.
G3rd C3rd C G
I've been wondering all about me
G3rd C3rd C G
ever since I've seen you there
G3rd C3rd C G
on your cliffs of your wild cat charms I'm riding
G C3rd C G
I know I'm round you but I don't know where.
C3rd G3rd C3rd G
You have slayed me you have made me
C3rd G3rd C3rd D
I've got to laugh half ways off my heels
C G C D G
I got to know, babe, oh will you surround me
C D G C G
so I can know if I am really real.
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Chimes of Freedom
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
??Tuned down 1/2 step??
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
and midnights broken toll
G
we ducked inside
C9 D G (notes: B C D G...)
the doorway as thunder went crashing
G C9
As majestic bells of bolts
G C9
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 (notes: B C D G...)
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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 flowered
and the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows
fired but further 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
trapped no track for 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
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
Chord Tab:
G C9 C9/B C D Am
E 3 3 3 0 2 0
B 3 3 3 1 3 1
G 0 0 0 0 2 2
D 0 2 0 2 0 2
A 2 3 2 3 x 0
E 3 x x x x x
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I Shall Be Free No. 10
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
(Harmonica intro)
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D Em D Em D G C D G
G C
I'm just average, common too
D
I'm just like him, the same as you
G C
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different than anyone
G
It ain't no use a-talking to me
C
It's just the same as talking to you.
(Harmonica)
. . | . . . | . . .
D G C D Em D Em D
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
99, 100 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen.
Well, I don't know, but I've been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first
Wowee! pretty scary !
Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree
I want ev'rybody to be free
But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy !
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba.
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He's a weird monkey, very funky.
I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat falling in my face
But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court.
I gotta woman, she's so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey.
Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf
I've got a million friends !
Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister's home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin'
I wound up with the Dean of Women
Yippee ! I'm a poet, and I know it
Hope I don't blow it.
I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds.
You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's probably got you baffled more
What this thing here is for
It's nothing
It's something I learned over in England
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To Ramona
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Capo II
C G G7
Ramona come closer, shut softly your watery eyes
G C
The pangs of your sadness shall pass as your senses will rise
F G G7
The flowers of the city, though breathlike get deathlike at times
G
And there's no use in tryin' to deal with the dyin'
C C
Though I cannot explain that in lines.
(Repeat for all other verses)
Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss
As to be under the strength of your skin
Your magnetic movements still capture the minutes I'm in
But it grieves my heart love to see you tryin to be a part of
A world that just don't exsist
It's all just a dream babe, a vacuum, a scheme babe
That sucks you into feeling like this
I can see that your head has been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on back to the south
You've been fooled into thinking that the finishing end is at hand
Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you
Cept the thought of yourself feelin' bad
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one
And no one is better than you
If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win
and nothing to lose
>From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you making you feel
That you gotta be just like them
I'd forever talk to you but soon my words
would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart I know there's no help I can bring
Everything passes, everything changes
Just do what you think you should do
And someday maybe, who knows baby
I'll come and be crying to you.
Dionysus Burlesque
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Motorpsycho Nitemare
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Intro: G
G
I pounded on a farmhouse looking for a place to stay
G
I was mighty mighty tired, I had come a long long way
G C
I said, "Hey hey in there, is there anybody home?"
C G
I was standing on the steps feeling most alone
G D
When out comes a farmer, he must have thought that I was nuts
D G
He immediate looked at me and stuck a gun into my guts.
I fell down to my bending knees
Saying "I dig farmers, don't shoot me please"
He cocked his rifle and began to shout,
"Are you that travelling salesman that i have heard about?"
I said, "No, no, no, I'm a doctor and it's true
I'm a clean cut kid and I've been to college too."
Well in comes his daughter whose name was Rita
She looked like she stepped out of A Dolce Vita
I immediate tried to cool it with her dad
And told him what a nice pretty farm he had
He said, "What do doctors know about farms pray tell?"
I said, "I was born at the bottom of a wishing well."
Well by the dirt neath my nails, I guess he knew I wouldn't lie
He said, "I guess your tired," he said it kinda sly
I said, "Yes ten thousand miles today I drove."
He said, "I got a bed for you underneath the stove
Just one condition you can go to sleep right now
that you don't touch my daughter and in the morning milk the cows."
I was sleeping like a rat when I heard something jerkin'
There stood Rita looking just like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to take a shower? I'll show you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no, no, I've been through this movie before."
I knew I had to split, but I did not know how
When she said, "Would you like to take that shower now?"
Well I couldn't leave unless the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already promised that I'd milk his cows
I had to say something to strike him very weird
So I yelled, "I like Fidel Castro and his beard!"
Rita looked offended, but she got out of the way
As he came charging down the stairs saying, "What's that I heard you say?"
"I said I like Fidel Castro, I think you heard me right."
Then I ducked as he swung at me with all his might
Rita mumbled something 'bout her mother on the hill
As his fist hit it the icebox he said he was gonna kill
Me if I don't get out the door in two seconds flat
"You unpatriotic rotten doctor commie rat."
Well he threw a Reader's Digest at my head and I did run
I did a somersault as I seen him get his gun
And crashed through the window at a hundred miles an hour
And landed fully glassed in his garden flowers
Rita said, "Come back," and he started to load
The sun was coming up and was running down the road
Well I don't figure I'll be back there for a spell
Even though Rita moved away and got a job at a motel
He still waits for me constant on the sly
He wants to turn me in to the F.B.I.
Me I romp and stomping, thankful as I romp
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
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My Back Pages
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
*Capo on 3rd fret*
C Am Em
Crimson flames tied through my ears
F G C
Rollin' high and mighty traps...
C Am Em
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
F G
Using i-deas as my maps...
Am Em
"We'll meet on edges, soon said," I,
F G
Proud 'neath heated brow...
C Am Em F
Ah, but I was so much older then
C G C
I'm young-er than that now.
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth,
"Rip down all hate," I screamed,
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dreamed.
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Girl's faces formed the forward path
>From phony jealousy,
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history.
Flung down by corpse evangelist
Unthought of, though, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
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
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach.
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect.
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
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I Don't Believe You
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Intro:
D5th A5th D
e--5-5-5-5-----5--------2----------------2-2--
H--7-7-7-5-----5h7p5----3----------------3-3--
G-----------------------2----------------2-2--
D------------7--------0--------------0--------
A-------------------------0----0-2-4----------
E---------------------------------------------
First verse:
D5th A5th D5th A5th
I can't understand she let go off my hand
D5th A5th D Dsus D
and left me here facing the wall.
D5th A5th D5th A5th
I'd sure like to know why she did go
D5th A5th D Dsus D
but I can't get close to her at all.
Bm F#m
Though we kissed in the wild blazing night time
G A A6
she said she would never forget.
D5th A5th D5th A5th
But now morning is clear, it's like I'm not here,
D5th A5th D Dsus D
she acts like we never had met.
Bm F#m G A A6 D5th A5th D5th A5th D5th A5th D Dsus D
[Harmonica solo after each verse]
2nd verse
It's only to me like some mystery,
it could even be like a myth.
But it's hard to think on, that she's the same one
that last night I was with.
>From darkness dreams are deserted
Am I still dreaming yet
I wish she'd unlock her voice once and talk
'stead of acting like we never met.
3rd verse
If she ain't feeling well, then why don't she tell
instead of turning her back to my face.
Without any doubt she seems too far out
for me to return to or chase
Her skirt it swayed as the guitar played,
her mouth was watery and wet,
But now something is changed, for she ain't the same,
she just acts like we never had met.
4th verse
If I didn't have to guess I'd gladly confess
to anything I might have tried.
If I was with her too long, or done something wrong,
I wish she'd tell me what it is I'll run and hide.
Tough the night ran swirling and whirling,
I remember her whispering yet
But evidently she don't, evidently she won't,
She acts like we never had met.
5th verse
I'm leaving today, I'll be on my way,
of this I can't say very much.
But if you want me to, I can be just like you,
and pretend that we never had touched.
And if anybody asks me, is it easy to forget?
I say it's easily done, just pick anyone
and pretend that you never had met.
Chords: D5th: xx7775
A5th: xx7655
A6: x02222
Dsus: xx0233
D: xx0232
Bm: xx4432
F#m: xx4222
G: 320003
A: x02220
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It Ain't Me Babe
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
EADBGe
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x54030 Dsus4
3x2013 C/G
Intro: G C/G G
Dsus4 C Dsus4 C G C/G G
Go 'way from my window leave at your own chosen speed
Dsus4 C Dsus4 C A C/G G
I'm not the one you want, Babe, I'm not the one you need.
Bm Am Bm Am
You say you're looking for someone never weak but always strong
Bm Am Bm Am
To protect you and defend you whether you are right or wrong
C D
Someone 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.