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Bob Dylan

You Don't Have To Do That

[Spoken:] - ... five two, eight-oh, get the name later.
Dylan: No, no, I'm not gonna do it. I just gotta do... 
I just... It's something like the same... 
G                          C/g C/g G
You say that you're fed up
You say you're gonna head up
And you run around packing
Like a chicken with your head off
I just wanna ask you
Honey, where are you at?
Cause I tell you all the time
That you don't have to do that.

Stop Now

B
I got a woman fine as she can be

She's gonna get mad when she sees you here with me

You better, you had better
E
Stop now, stop now, stop now, stop now,
F#
Stop now, stop now, stop now, stop now,
F# /e  /d#  /c# B
Before it's too late.
Now she is fire to the wind and snow
But if she comes, you better go
You had better
Stop now, stop now, stop now, stop now,
Stop now, stop now, stop now, stop now,
Before it's too late.
E
You felt on your leavin' and you're so desired
B
 I mean you're yearning and you're heeding mine

Black Rider

Dm       A/d       Dm      A/d

      Dm                 A7
Black rider, black rider, you've been living too hard
     D7                    Gm
Been up all night, have to stay on your guard.
    E7/d                          A7/c#
The path that you're walking, too narrow to walk,
D7/c                    Gm/bb
 Every step of the way, another stumbling block.
Dm/a                           A7
 The road that you're on, same road that you know,
Dm6/a
Just not the same as it was
A'         Dm       A7/d       Dm      A7/d
 a minute ago.


      Dm                 A7

Murder Most Foul

[Verse 1]
         C                            F
It was a dark day in Dallas, November '63
 C                               F
A day that will live on in infamy
C
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
F
Good day to be livin' and a good day to die
      C
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
          F
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
G
 "Of course we do, we know who you are"
          Fmaj7
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car

C
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
F
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right

My Own Version of You

Am    /g    /f#      /f  -/e
Am    /g    /f#      /f  -/e


Am              /g            /f#  /f
All through the summers, into January
Am                /g          /f#  /f
I've been visiting morgues and monasteries
Dm7                F/c             G7/b     Bb7
Looking for the necessary body parts
Am               /g#            /g      /f#
Limbs and livers and brains and hearts
         F7
    I'll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do
                                       Am
    I'm gonna create my own version of you

Man on the Street


G . . . Em G . . .

          G
Well I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,    *|-----0---0-----------0---0-
                                Em*             |-----0---0-----------0---0-
'Bout an old man who never done wrong.          |-----0---0-----------0---0-
G                                               |-----2---2-----------2---2-
How he died nobody can say,                     |-------------0h2-----------

Only a Hobo


Bootleg Series 1-3 version

G                         C          G
As I was out walking on a corner one day,
                                     D
I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay.
    G                            C             G
His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor
                                    D              G
And I guess he'd been there for the whole night or more.

Standing In The Doorway (textual commentaries)

I'm walkin' through      the summer nights
the jukebox playing low
yesterday everything    was goin' too fast
Today   it's movin' too slow
I got no place left to turn
I got nothin' left to burn
Don't know if I saw you if I would kiss you or kill you
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
You left me standing in the doorway cryin'
I got nothin' to go back to now.
The light in this place is so bad
Makin' me sick in the head
All the laughter is just makin' me sad
The stars have turned cherry red
   I'm strummin' on my gay guitar

Can’t Escape From You

       A
Oh the evening train is rolling
     D
All along the homeward way
       A
All my hopes are over the horizon
       A           E     A
All my dreams have gone away
    A
The hillside darkly shaded
      D
Stars fall from above
        A
All the joys of earth have faded
    A         E          A
The night's untouched by love
     D
I'll be here 'til tomorrow
  A
Beneath a shroud of grey
     D
I pretend I'm free of sorrow
   A              E
My heart is miles away
    A
The dead bells are ringing
   D

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