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Bob Dylan

Gates of Eden

G

   G                 Dm
Of war and peace the truth just twists
    F      C       G         C/g  G
Its curfew gull it glides
  G              Dm
Upon four-legged forest clouds
    F      C     G        C/g  G
The cowboy angel rides
         G      Bm'   Am     G
With his candle lit into the sun
           G     Bm'        C          D
Though its glow is waxed in black
G                Bm'       Am       G       C/g
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden

The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

G
      G      C/g    G
I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land . . . [ha, ha, ha]

[Start again:]

G

      G      C/g    G
I was riding on the Mayflower

When I thought I spied some land

I yelled for Captain Arab

I have yuh understand
         C
Who came running to the deck

Said, "Boys, forget the whale
     G
Look on over yonder

Cut the engine, change the sail
D
Haul on the bowline"

We sang that melody
     G
Like all tough sailors do

When they are far away at sea

"I think I'll call it America"
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath

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C       Am          Em
Crimson flames tied through my ears
        F        G *)   C
Rollin' high and mighty traps
C            Am      Em      C
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
      F     Em    G   *)
Using ideas as my maps
       F       Am     G *)        C
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Am                  F G
Proud 'neath heated brow
        C             Am    C
Ah, but I was so much older then
    F       G *)      C       G *)
I'm younger than that now.

C            Am    Em
Half-cracked prejudice leaped forth
     F        G *)     C

Motorpsycho Nightmare

  G
I pounded on a farmhouse Lookin' for a place to stay

I was mighty, mighty tired, I had come a long, long way
        C
I said, "Hey, hey, in there Is there anybody home ?
      G
I was standin' on the steps, Feelin' most alone
      D
Well, out comes a farmer He must have thought that I was nuts
   G
He immediately looked at me and stuck a gun into my guts

I fell down to my bended knees
Saying, "I dig farmers, don't shoot me please"
He cocked his rifle and began to shout
"You're that travelin' salesman that I have heard about?"

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