Eyolf Østrem

       C                         D
Wanted man in California, wanted man in Buffalo,
       G                          F         C
wanted man in Kansas City, wanted man in Ohio

Wanted man in Mississippi, wanted man in old Cheyenne,
wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man

I might be in Colorado, or Georgia by the sea,
workin' for some man who may not know at all who I might be

If you ever see me comin', and if you know who I am,
don't you breath it to nobody 'cos you know I'm on the lamb

Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jeannie Brown,

C7 . . | C7/g . . | C7 . . | C7/g . . |
C7 . . | C7/g . . | F  . . | D7   . . |

        G
I never dreamed it could be

A someone made just for me.
         D7
When I'm letting her have her way,

I'm here to see what she has to say.
        A7                        D
Aw, the poor girl always wins the day.
             G
I'm stayin' ahead of the game,

And she's a-doin' the same,
        D7
And the whiskey flyin' into my head.

The fiddler's arm has gone dead,
                         G
And talk is beginning to spread

C . . | /a . . | /g . . | /e . . |

G . . . C . G . | G . D . G . . . |

   G            C        G
   Wait for the light to shine
                         D
   Wait for the light to shine
   G                               C               G
   Pull yourself together and keep looking for the sign
   G            D        G
   Wait for the light to shine

G                                 C          G
When the road is rocky and you're carrying a load
G                     D
Wait for the light to shine
G                                     C               G

   G                      C/g      G     C/g G
Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
     G                       G /b   /c D    Dsus4 D
It's always controlled, it's always confined
   D              G             /b   /c D
Controlled by her parents until she's a wife
     Cadd2 /b /a  /c /b   /a      /c   /b /a  G
Then slave to her husband for the rest of her life

She is a poor girl, and her fortune is sad
always been courted by the wagoner's lad
He courted her truly both night and by day
But now he is a-loaded and a-going away

Here’s the story, in Allen Ginsberg’s own words:

Dylan’s version

Dylan is closer to Bill Monroe’s version than to the Stanley Brothers’, both in the lyrics and in the turn to A7 (D7 in Monroe’s version) in the verse.

G
 The judge decreed it, the clerk he wrote it

The clerk he wrote it down indeedy *)
C                                            G
 The judge decreed it, the clerk he wrote it down
         D                   C                   G
Give you this jail sentence, you'll be Nashville bound

Some got six months, some got one solid
Some got one solid year, indeedy
Some got six months, some got one solid year
But me and my buddy both got lifetime here

Fix my supper mama, I wanna go to
I wanna go to bed indeed Lord
Fix my supper, I wanna go to bed

C
I'll just keep on

falling in love
D/c
till I get it right
F
 Right now I'm like
G
 a wounded bird
C               Gm7  C7
 Hungry for the sky
F
 But if I try my way,
        G    (E7/g#)
and try long enough,
    C7/Bb                 F
I'm bound to learn how to fly
D7/f#
 So I'll just keep fallin',
F           G
 fallin' in love
C       F/c    C
 Till I get it right

My door of love
has opened out
More times than in
And I'm either a fool,
or a wiser woman
To open it again
Cause I'll never know
what's beyond the mountain
till I reach the other side
So I'll just keep on,

C
This world can't stand that long
F              C
Be ready don't wait too late
G
You should know it can't stand long
                      C
For it is too full of hate

For a long time this world has stood
Gets more wicked every day
the maker who created it
Surely won't let it stand this way

This world can't stand too long
Be ready don't wait too late
You should know it can't stand long
For it is too full of hate

This world's been destroyed before
Cause it is too full of sin

 A                  C D C A                  C  D C
(Thief on the cross,      chances are slim)

There's a thief on the cross, his chances are slim
There's thief on the cross, I want to talk to him

     C                  D
Well everybody's been diverted,
     C                          D
Everybody lookin' the other way
C                           D
 Everybody's attention is divided
          C                 E11
Well they may not afford to wait, well -

There's a thief on the cross his chances are slim