Bob Dylan

   D
To preach of peace and brotherhood,

Oh what might be the cost!

a man he did it long ago,

and they hung him on a cross.
      A        D
Long ago, far away
G                  A      D
Those things don't happen nowadays

The chains of slaves they dragged the ground
with heads and hearts hung low
But that was during Lincoln's time,
and that was long ago.
Long ago, far away
Those things like that don't happen no more nowadays, do they?

The war guns they bombed and blazed
the whole world bled its blood.                 *) The official lyrics have:

G          C   /b    D/a           G
Wie groe Berge von Geld gibt man aus
             C   /b      G
Fr Bomben, Raketen und Tod?
           C  /b       D/a           G
Wie groe Worte macht heut' mancher Mann
               C  /b    D/f#
Und lindert damit keine Not?
G           C  /b       D/a         G
Wie groes Unheil mu erst noch geschehn
               C     /b   G
Damit sich die Menschkeit besinnt?
    C  /b         D/a           G               C
Die Antwort, mein Freund, weiss ganz allein der Wind.
        /b        D/a             G

A
You wanna talk to me,
       C          G       A
you got many things to say
A
You want the spirit to be speaking through,
        C                G           A
but your lust for comfort get in the way
      A
I can read it in your eyes, oh, what your
C          G         A
Heart will not reveal
         A                        C
And that old evil burden has been draggin' you down,
         G                    D     (Dsus4-D)
bound to grind you 'neath the wheel
/d /c  /a    A
Yonder comes sin.

A

[instrumental verse]

        D    G/d          D   G/d
Tell me what you're gonna do
         D            G/d        D
When the shadow comes under your door.
G/d     D    G/d             D   G/d
Tell me what you're gonna do
         D                       A
When the shadow comes under your door.
        D G/d             D
Tell me what you're gonna do
         G/d                     D
When the shadow comes under your door.
  D(3)    A7
O Lord, O Lord,
               D   G/d  D  G/d  D  G/d  D  G/d
What shall you do?

G/d     D    G/d          D    G/d

       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,

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

 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

    C
I'm troubled and I don't know why
    F                         C
I'm troubled and I don't know why
                  G       F          G
the trouble on my mind is driving me blind
    F              G          C
I'm troubled and I don't know why

Oh, what did the morning say?
Oh, what did the morning say?
Well, it rolled from the night with a dark dreary light
Sayin' another old weary day

What did the newspaper tell?
What did the newspaper tell?
Well, it rolled in the door and it layed on the floor
Sayin' things ain't goin' so well

Em G     Am                  C         D      Am
I got to know, Lord, when to pull back on the reins,
Em        G        Am               C    B     Am
Death can be the result of the most underrated pain.
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,
But when ya get tired of that Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya

   Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
   Lord, take away this trouble in mind.

When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero,
It's what's inside that counts, ask any war hero.
You think you can hide but you're never alone,

B

  F#      E
A tear go down
   F#     E
my day is real
         F#    G#m
but your dying eye
  F#     E
upon the same
    F#        E/g#
and need just road
    F#      E
for me from you
     F#  G#m
what paradise
     F#    E
what can I do?
             B
That die for my
               F#
and the day is dark
            G#m
I can['t] believe
         F#     E
[for the end of time]
             B
What I could find
           F#
Oh time is rye-ou-lou
             G#m
'f I fell in love
   F#      E
To fall in love
   F#      G#m
To fall in love
F#   B
with you