Bob Dylan

        E7
Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and fair

Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
A                                            E7
 Bluebells blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow
        B7
Well my heart's in The Highlands
          A                                   E7
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go

Windows were shaking all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems

Capo 5th fret (original key A)

D       G     D

    D                       G         D
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
    D                                     A
And where have you been, my darling young one?
     G/d                     A/d          D
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
     G/d                        A/d         D
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
     G/d                      A/d       D
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
     G/d                    A/d        D
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,

Words and music by Bob Dylan
Released on Another Side Of Bob Dylan (1964), and in a live version on No Direction Home (2005)
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem

Album version

Chords:

D                         A            D
I'm sittin' on my terrace, lost in the stars,
D                              A      D
Listening to the sounds of the sad guitars.
D7                                  G
 Been thinking it all over and I've thought it all through.
D                A                         D
 I've made up my mind to give myself to you.
            

I saw the first fall of snow.
I saw the flowers come and go.
I don't think that anyone ever, else, ever knew.
I've made up my mind to give myself to you.
            

C     Am     C     Am

C                           Am
McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
                C                           Am
Doctor said: "McKinley, death is on the wall
              F                          Am
Say it to me, if you got something to confess"
             C                          Am
I heard all about it, he was goin' down slow
             C             Am
I heard it on the wireless radio
                 Fmaj7                      Am
From down in the boondocks, way down in Key West

  C     C6    C    C6

  C                 C6
Today, and tomorrow, and yesterday, too
Am               G/b        C
 The flowers are dyin' like all things do
D#dim                           Em           F6
 Follow me close, I'm going to Bally-na-Lee
C                               G7
 I'll lose my mind if you don't come with me
  F                        F#dim
I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds
C/g        G11  C
 I contain multitudes
            

Got a tell-tale heart like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls of people you know

C         F      C         F
 Precious angel, under the sun,
C        F        Am            F
 How was I to know you'd be the one
C/e               F       C/g               F
 To show me I was blinded, to show me I was gone
C                     F           Am          F
 How weak was the foundation I was standing upon?

Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.
Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived
When the truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe?

Tell Tale Signs version

This is quite a simple song if you are a band, that is, where each player can play around with a riff. But since you’re more likely a single guitar player, you’ll have to choose. The initial tab line shows the two basic elements that run through the verse sections: the piano riff and the bass line.

Other than that, it’s just a bluesy Em7 (022430)

C
Ramona, come closer
                        G    G6  G7
Shut softly your watery eyes

The pangs of your sadness
                              C    Csus4   C
Will pass as your senses will rise
    F
The flowers of the city
                                    G      G6   G7
Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes

And there's no use in tryin'

To deal with the dyin'
                                C
Though I cannot explain that in lines.

Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
As to be by the strength of your skin
Your magnetic movements