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Black Diamond Bay

Em
Up on the white veranda
C                         G
She wears a necktie and a Panama hat.
Em
Her passport shows a face
    C
From another time and place
          G
She looks nothin' like that.
Bm                          C D    C
And all the remnants of her recent past
C/b G
Are scattered in the wild wind.
    Bm
She walks across the marble floor
        C     D        C        C/b
Where a voice from the gambling room
   G
is callin' her to come on in.
    Bm                      Am
She smiles, walks the other way
       C    /b   Am    G       D(/f#)      C

Climax Tobacco

D: “Let’s keep that take. Right after that take, put down this wild track, would you? It just consists of:”

Corn
beans
peas
Succotash
guacamole

second coming coffee
and climax tobacco

“End of take”

It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry

Original album version

Capo 1st fret (original key Ab major)

The G — C/g — G (320003 — 3x2013 — 320003) pattern goes through the whole song. One could play just a sustained G as well. The change of this pattern that I’ve indicated in lines 2 and 4 is mainly to get an approximation to what the second guitar plays there. Likewise, in the last line there seems to be very little activity — maybe there should be just a G all through it.

Highway 61 Revisited

   A
Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"

Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"

God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"

God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
    D7                                     A
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
     E7
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
A
God says, "Out on Highway 61."

Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard where can I go
Howard said there's only one place I know
Sam said tell me quick man I got to run

From a Buick 6

  :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .
|-----------------|-------------------
|-----2-------2---|-------------------
|-----2-------2---|-------------------
|-----2-------2---|-------------------
|-0---------------|-------0-----------
|---------0-------|-3---3-----3-0-----
A
           A
I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid

But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid
D                                                     A
She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread

Desolation Row (w/guitar solos)

  .     :   .   .   .
------|-----------------|
------|-----------------|
------|---------0-------|
------|---0-2-------3---|
------|-3---------------|
--3---|-----------------|


  C
  :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|----------------|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|----------------|
|-----------------|-0---------------|-----------------|----------------|
|-2----------/3---|-----3---2---0---|/2-0-------------|------------0---|

She Belongs to Me

(open E-string) - G

G
She's got everything she needs,
         C                      G      C/g G
She's an artist, she don't look back.
          C
She's got everything she needs,
                                G      C/g G
She's an artist, she don't look back.
                 A
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
    C                 G                C/g G
And paint the daytime black.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.

On the Road Again

A

        A
Well, I wake up in the morning

There's frogs inside my socks

Your mama, she's a-hidin'

Inside the icebox
     D
Your daddy walks in wearin'
                               A
A Napoleon Bonaparte mask
         E
Then you ask why I don't live here
D                           A
Honey, do you have to ask?

Well, I go to pet your monkey
I get a face full of claws
I ask who's in the fireplace
And you tell me Santa Claus
The milkman comes in
He's wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?

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