Eyolf Østrem

Freewheelin’ version

Capo 7th fret (sounding key D major)

Bootleg Series Vol. 1-3 version

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|-----2--(2)2-2---|-----2---2-2-2---|-----0-0-----|-2---2-2-2-------|---- etc.
|-----0--(0)0-0---|-----0---0-0-0---|-----0-0-----|-0---------------|-0--

Intro:

Bob Dylan Version

Intro:

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|-0-----3---------|-----3-0---------|---------------3-|----

Bob Dylan version

Capo 2nd fret (sounding key A major)

E
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door
A                                  E
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door
     B
If I don't get the girl I'm loving
                               E
Won't go down to Highway 51 no more.

Well, I know that highway like I know my hand
Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand
Running from up Wisconsin
way down to no man's land.

Well, if I should die before my time should come

Bob Dylan version

One verse intro (w/harp)

G . C . D . .
G . C . D . . G C/g G . G . . .

G                   C    /b
Rambling out of the wild west
D
Leaving the towns I love the best
G                     C
Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
        D                  /f# G (. /e/d . )
'Till I come into New York town
C                               /b
People going down to the ground
D                              /f# G
Buildings going up to the sky.

G . C /b D . . /f#G ./e/d G

G

      G           Am
While riding on a train goin' west,
              C/g    D/f#
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
C /b G                    C/g     G
I    dreamed a dream that made me sad,
             D            C         /b        G
Concerning myself and the first few friends I 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,

G
Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto

They are ridin' down the line

Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles
             C
Ev'rybody's 'cept mine
               G
Somebody musta tol' 'em
     C (C/b) D/a  G
That I was   doin' fine

[1 verse harmonica solo:

G' . .  . |        
G' . .  . |        
G' . G7'. |
C  . .  . |
G  . D  . | G]

Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothin' in your heads