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Bob Dylan

Things Have Changed

Intro:

  Amsus2  Em
    .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .
--0-0-0-|-----0-----0-0-0-|-----0-----0-0-0-|
--0-0-0-|-----0-----0-0-0-|-----0-----3-3-3-|
--2-2-0-|-----0-----0-0-0-|-----0-----0-0-0-|  etc.
--2-2-0-|-----2-----2-2-2-|-----2-----2-2-2-|
--0-0-0-|-----2-----2-2-2-|-----2-----2-2-2-|
--------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|
Em
A worried man with a worried mind
Am
No one in front of me and nothing behind
Em                                               B7
There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne
Em

Tell Ol' Bill

Intro:
G . . .  D . . . . D . . . G . . . 
G                        D
The river whispers in my ear,
                         G
I've hardly a penny to my name.
                            D
The heavens never seemed so near.
                          G
All of my body glows with flame.
C                             G
 The tempest struggles in the air.
C                      G
 and to myself alone I sing.
D
It could sink me then and there,
                      G
I can hear the echoes ring.

Telephone Wire

A                                                          [riff]
Wonderin', I'm Wonderin', when will my swamp catch on fire
    D                                                   A  [riff]
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin: Is my swamp gonna catch on fire
E                            E7                A           [riff] x 2
Sittin' here lookin' at that old bad telephone wire.

Well, I'm goin' to Las Vegas, goin' by the evening sun
I'm goin' to Las Vegas, goin' just as fast as I can run
Gonna win some money, give it to my hon.

Talkin' Devil

["This is all about what the devil is,
some people say that there's no devil."]

G

     G                   C
Well sometimes you can't see him so good
        D
When he hides his head neath a snow white hood
 /f# G                      C
An'  rides to kill with his face well hid
        D
An' then goes home to his wife an' kids.

Wonder if his kids know who he is?

/f# |G . . /a-b | C . /b-c | D . . /e-f# | G

Well he wants you to hate, he wants to fear
He wants you to fear somethin' that's not even there.
He'll give you his hate an' he'll give you his lies

Standing On The Highway

Well, I'm standin' on the highway
Tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to bum a ride,
Tryin' to bum a ride.
Well, I'm standin' on the highway
Tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to bum a ride,
Tryin' to bum a ride.
Nobody seem to know me,
Everybody pass me by.
Well, I'm standin' on the highway
Tryin' to hold up, tryin' to hold up,
Tryin to hold up and be brave.
Well, I'm standin' on the highway
Tryin' to hold up, tryin to hold up and be brave.
One roads goin' to the bright lights,
The others goin' down to my grave.

Sign Language

G

G             D   C        Em
 You speak to me   in sign language
                D                   Em
As I'm eatin' a sandwich in a small cafe
C                G
 At a quarter to three.

But I can't respond to your sign language.
You're taking advantage, bringing me down
Can't you make any sound?

'Twas there by the bakery, surrounded by fakery
Tell her my story, still I'm still there
Does she know I still care?
[instr. verse, followed by a verse sung by Dylan]
Link Wray was playin' on a jukebox I was payin'

Tomorrow is a Long Time

 

Town Hall Apr 12 1963 (In Concert/Greatest Hits vol. 2)

Standard tuning, capo 3rd fret (sounding key Bb major)

Chords:

C/g    3x2013
G      320003
D/f#   200232
D7/f#  20021(2)

The C/g G at most of the line endings is played like the figure at the beginning of the intro.

Intro (same picking pattern throughout):

Go 'way Little Boy

D        A  D

               D
Go 'way little boy
A           D
I'm not for you
D  Bm      G
Go back to her
      D         Bm     G
Where you'll be more secure
D                  C             Bm
She knows you much better than I do
               D
Go 'way little boy
A           D
I'm not for you

Go 'way little boy
You're making me sad
I don't wanna see you bleed
She's the one that you need
You'll never miss what you ain't never had
Go 'way little boy
You're making me sad
Go way little boy
It's much too late
Walk back out the door
Dont wanna see you no more

I Will Love Him

  C     F           C     F           C    G11          C     F
  :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .
|-0-----1-----1---|-0-----1-----1---|-0-----1-----1---|-0-----1--
|-1-----1-----1---|-1-----1-----1---|-1-----1-----1---|-1-----1-- etc., repeat
|-0-----2-----2---|-0-----2-----2---|-0-----2-----2---|-0-----2--
|-2-2---3-----3---|-0-2---3-----3---|-0-2---3-----3---|-2-2---3--
|-3-----3-----3---|(3)----3-----3---|-3-----x---------|-3-----3--
|-------1-----1---|(0)----1-----1---|-0-----3-----3---|-------1--

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