Bob Dylan The Times They Are A-changin (album) guitar tab

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The Times They Are A-changin (album) by Bob Dylan The Times They Are A-Changin' Ballad of Hollis Brown With God On Our Side One Too Many Mornings North Country Blues Only A Pawn In Their Game Boots of Spanish Leather When The Ship Comes In The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll Restless Farewell ============================================================== The Times They Are A-Changin' Words and Music by Bob Dylan G Em C G Come gather 'round people wherever you roam G Am C D And admit that the waters around you have grown G Em C G And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone G Am D If your time to you is worth savin' D D7 G D Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone, G C D G For the times, they are a chang - in' Come writers and critics who prophecize with your pen And keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who that it's namin' For the loser now will be later to win For the times they are a-changin' Come mothers and fathers throughout the land And don't criticize what you don't understand Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly agin' Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand For the times they are a-changin' Come senators, congressmen please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside and it's ragin' It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin' The line it is drawn the curse it is cast The slow one now will later be fast As the present now will later be past The order is rapidly fadin' And the first one now will later be last For the times they are a-changin' ======================================================== Ballad of Hollis Brown Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Capo on first fret, double drop D tuning (DADGBd) Finger a D chord (000230), but then use the middle finger (which isn't needed on the first string) to fret notes on the 4th, 5th, and 6th strings. Here are the most common bass patterns which he works into his strumming: d-|---------------| B-|---------------| G-|---------------| D-|-----0--3--0---| A-|--3------------| D-|---------------| and sometimes d-|---------------| B-|---------------| G-|-----------2---| D-|-----0--3------| A-|--3------------| D-|---------------| Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children and his cabin broken down He looked for work and money and he walked a ragged mile He looked for work and money and he walked a ragged mile Your children are so hungry that they don't know how to smile Your babies eyes look crazy, they're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your babies eyes look crazy, they're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor and wonder why with every breath you breathe The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare If there's anyone that knows, is there anyone that cares? He prayed to the Lord above, oh please send you a friend He prayed to the Lord above, oh please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell you that you ain't a-got no friend Your baby's a-cryin' louder now, it's a poundin' on your brain Your baby's a-cryin' louder now, it's a poundin' on your brain Your wife's screams a-stabbin you like the dirty driving rain Your grass is turning black, there's no water in your well Your grass is turning black, there's no water in your well You spent your last long dollar on seven shotgun shells Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness, a cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shotgun that's hangin' on the wall Your brain is a-bleedin and your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin and your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shotgun that your holdin' in your hand There's seven breezes blowin' all around the cabin door There's seven breezes blowin' all around the cabin door Seven shots ring out like the ocean's poundin' roar There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm Somehere in the distance, there's seven new people born ============================================================ With God On Our Side Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html C F Em Oh, my name it means nothing, G C And my age it means less G C F For the country I come from Em Am Is called the Midwest G C F I was taught and brought up there, C F C The laws to abide F Em And that the land I live in G F C Has God on its side Oh, the history books tell it, they tell it so well The cavalry charged and the Indians fell The cavalry charged and the Indians died Oh the country was young then, with God on its side The Spanish-American war had its day And the Civil War too was soon laid away And the names of the heroes I was made to memorize With guns in their hands and God on their side Oh, the first World War, well it came and it went And the reason for fighting I never did get But I learned to accept it, accept it with pride For you don't count the dead with God on your side When the second World War came to an end We forgave the Germans and then we were friends Though they murdered six million, in the ovens they fried The Germans now too have God on their side I've learned to hate Russians all through my whole life If another war comes, it's them we must fight To hate them and fear them, to run and to hide And accept it all bravely with God on our side But now we've got weapons of the chemical dust If fire them we're forced to, then fire them we must One push of the button and a shot the world wide And you never ask questions with God on your side In many a dark hour I've been thinking about this That Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss But I can't think for you, you'll have to decide Whether Judas Iscariot had God on his side So now as I'm leaving, I'm weary as hell The confusion I'm feeling, ain't no tongue can tell The words fill my head and fall to the floor If God's on our side, He'll stop the next war ========================================================= One Too Many Mornings Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html C/B x22010 F/A x0321x C/G 3x5050 /F xx3010 /E xx2010 G7 3x303x C C/B Down the street the dogs are barking F/A C/G And the day is getting dark. C/G /F /E As the night comes in a-fallin' G7 C/G' G7 The dogs, they'll lose their bark. C C/B The silent night will shatter F/A C/G From the sounds inside my mind /F /E As I leave one too many mornings G7 C/G G7 C And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes begin to fail. And I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid. And I gaze back to the streets the sidewalks and the sign. And I know I've one too many mornings And a thousand miles behind. It's a restless, hungry feeling And it don't mean no one look good. When everything I'm saying, You can say it just as good. You are right from your side, And I am right from mine. We're both one too many mornings And a thousand miles behind. ==================================================== North Country Blues Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Capo third fret (Cm and Bb) Simplified Intro: Am e-------------|-------------|-------------| B-----1---1---|-----1-------|-----1---1---| G-----2---2---|-----2-------|-----2---2---| D-----2---2---|-----2-------|-----2---2---| A-0-----------|-------------|-0-----------| E-------------|-0-------3---|-------------| Am G Come and gather round friends and I'll tell you a tale Am G Am Of when the red iron ore pits run a-plenty G But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches Am G Am Tell ya now that the whole town is empty In the north end of town my own children are grown But I was raised on the other In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick And I was brought up by my brother The iron ore poured as the years passed the door The drag lines and shovels, they was hummin' 'Til one day my brother failed to come home The same as my father before him With a long winters wait from the window I watched My friends, they couldn't have been kinder And my school it was cut as I quit in the spring To marry John Thomas, a miner Oh the years passed again and the giving was good With a lunch bucket filled every season But with three babies born, the work was cut down To half a day's shift with no reason An' the shaft was soon shut and my work was cut And the fire in the air, it felt frozen 'Til a man come to speak and he said in one week That number eleven was closing They complain in the east they payin' to high They say that your ore ain't worth diggin' That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns Where the miners work almost for nothin' So the minin' gates locked and the red iron rotted And the room smelled heavy from drinkin' When the sad silent song made the hour twice as long As I waited for the sun to go sinking I lived by the window as he talked to himself The silence of tongues, it was building 'Til one morning's wake, the bed it was bare And I's left alone with three children The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold The stores one by one they are folding My children will go as soon as they grow For there ain't nothin' here now to hold them ** Simplified Interversal thing: Am e-------------| B-----1---1---| G-----2---2---| D-0h2-2---2---| A-------------| E-------------| ===================================================== Only A Pawn In Their Game Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html *** Capo 2nd Fret *** G C (B A) G C (B A) G A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Ever's blood C (B A) D A finger fired the trigger to his name (C B) G C (B A) G C (B A) G A handle hid out in the dark a hand set the spark C (B A) G Two eyes took the aim Behind a man's brain But he can't be blamed (B C) D (C B) G He's only a pawn in their game Subsequent verses have an intro more like this: G Bm Am C (B) G The south politician preaches to the poor white man "You got more than the blacks, don't complain" "You're better than them ,you been born with white skin", they explain And the negro's name is used it is plain As he rises to fame And the poor white remains on the caboose of the train But it ain't him to blame He's only a pawn in their game The deputy sheriff the soldiers, the governors get paid And the marshalls and cops get the same But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool He's taught in his school From the start by the rule That the laws are with him To protect his white skin To keep up his hate So he never thinks straight 'bout the shape that he's in But it ain't him to blame He's only a pawn in their game From the poverty shacks, he loks from the cracks to the tracks And the hoof beats pound in his brain And he's taught how to walk in a pack, shoot in the back With his fist in a clinch To hang and to lynch To hide 'neath a hood To kill with no pain Like a dog on a chain He ain't got no name But it ain't him to blame He's only a pawn in their game The day Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught They lowered him down as a king But when the shadowy sun sets on the one that fired the gun You'll see by his grave On the stone that remains Carved next to his name His epitaph plain: Only a pawn in their game ========================================================= Boots of Spanish Leather Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Most of the tablature is here but some of the fills between lines vary in the original recording. The most important part is synching the high string with the alternating bass pattern. G C/G G C/G G |--------|--------|--------|--------|--------| |--0----1|--1----0|--0----1|--1----0|--0----0| |-----0--|-----0--|-----0--|-----0--|-----0--| |--0---0-|--2---2-|--0---0-|--2---2-|--0---0-| |--------|--------|--------|--------|--------| |3---3---|3---3---|3---3---|3---3---|3---3---| Em7 D7/F# G |--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------| |--0-----|--3----3|---0-0-0|---01---|--0----1|--1----0| *|-----0-0|-----0--|--------|-2---2--|-----0--|-----0--| *|--0---0-|--2---2-|--2---2-|--0---0-|--0---0-|--2---2-| |--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------| |3---3---|0---0---|0---0---|2---2---|3---3---|3---3---| Well I'm sailin' away my own true love |--------|--------|--------|--------|--------| |--0-----|--3----3|---01---|--0----1|--1----0| |-----0-0|-----0--|-2---2--|-----0--|-----0--| |--0---0-|--2---2-|--0---0-|--0---0-|--2---2-| |--------|--------|--------|--------|--------| |3---3---|0---0---|2---2---|3---3---|3---3---| I'm sailin' away ^ mornin' in the |--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------| |--0-----|--3----3|--3-----|-1------|--0----1|--1----0| |-----0-0|-----0--|-----0--|---0-2-2|-----0--|-----0--| |--0---0-|--2---2-|--2---2-|--2---0-|--0---0-|--2---2-| |--------|--------|--------|3-------|--------|--------| |3---3---|0---0---|0---0---|----2---|3---3---|3---3---| Is ^ somethin^send ^ across the sea there I can you from |--------|--------|--------|--------|---01---|--------| |--0-----|--3----3|---01---|--0-----|-----3--|--0-----| |-----0-0|-----0--|-2---2--|-----0-0|-2-----2|-----0-0|* |--0---0-|--2---2-|--0---0-|--0---0-|--0---0-|--0---0-|* |--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------| |3---3---|0---0---|2---2---|3---3---|2---2---|3---3---| From the place ^ I'll be landing? where verses: Well I'm sailin away my own true love. I'm sailin' away in the mornin' Is there something I can bsend you from across the sea, From the place where I'll be landin'? No, there's nothing you can bring me my own true love. There's nothing I wish to be ownin'. Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled from across that lonesome ocean. Well I just though you might want something fine made of silver or of golden either from the mountains of Madrid or the coast of Barcelona. If I had the stars from the darkest night and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd foresake them all for your sweet kiss, for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin' That I might be gone a long old time, and it's only that I'm askin'. Is there something I can give you to remember me by, To make your time more easy passin'? Oh how can, how can you ask me again? It only brings me sorrow. For the same thing that I want from you today I would want again tomorrow. Well I got a letter on a lonesome day. It was from her ship a'sailin'. Sayin' "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again. It depends on how I'm feelin'." Well if you my love must think that a'way I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'. I'm sure your heart is not with me but with the country where you're goin'. So take heed, take heed of the Western wind. Take heed of the stormy weather. And yes, there's something you can send back to me; SPANISH BOOTS OF SPANISH LEATHER. ========================================================== When the Ship Comes In Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html EADGBe ++++++ Dsus2sus4 x54030 G Dsus2sus4 C G Oh the time will come up when the winds will stop Em C G And the breeze will cease to be a-breathin G Dsus2sus4 C G Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins, G D G The hour that the ship comes in Ds2s4 C G And the sea will split and the ships will hit Dsus2sus4 C G And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking Dsus2sus4 C G And the tide will sound and the waves will pound G C C/B D/A G And the morning will be a-breaking Oh the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path And the seagulls will be a-smilin' And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand The hour that the ship comes in And the words that are used for to get the ship confused Will not be understood as they're spoken Oh the chains of the sea will have busted in the night And be buried on the bottom of the ocean A song will lift as the main sail shifts And the boat drifts unto the shoreline And the sun will respect every face on the deck The hour that the ship comes in And the sands will roll out a carpet of gold For your wearied toes to be a-touchin' And the ship's wise men will remind you once again That the whole wide world is watchin' Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin' But they'll pinch themselves and squeal And they'll know that it's for real, The hour that the ship comes in And they'll raise their hands Sayin' we'll meet all you demands But we'll shout from the bow Your days are numbered And like Pharoah's tribe they'll be drownded in the tide And like Goliath they'll be conquered =============================================================== The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Capo at 4th fret 1st verse: C Am Em William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll C Am Em With a cane that he twirled 'round his diamond ring finger C Am Em At a Baltimore hotel society gathering C Am Em And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him C Am Em As they rode him in custody down to the station C Am Em G And booked William Zanzinger for first degree murder chorus: F G C Am F G C But you who philosophy disgrace, and criticize all fears F G C Am F G C Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears. 2nd verse: William Zanzinger who had just twentyfour years Owns a tabacco farm of sixhundred acres With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him And high office relations in the politics of Maryland Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders And swear words and sneering and his tongue it was snarling And in a matter of minutes on bail he was out walking repeat chorus 3rd verse: Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen She was fiftyone years and gave birth to ten children Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage And never sat once at the head of the table And didn't even talk to the people at the table Who just cleaned up all the food from the table And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane That sailed through the air and came down through the room Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle And she'd never done nothing to William Zanzinger repeat chorus 4th verse: In the courtroom of honor the judge pounded his gavel To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded And that even the nobles get properly handled Once that the cops have chased after and cought him And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom Stared at the person who killed for nor reason Who just happened to be feeling that way without warning And he spoke through his cloak most deep and distinguished And handed out strongly for penalty and repentence William Zanzinger with a six month sentence final chorus: F G C Am F G C Ah but you who philosophy disgrace, and criticize all fears F G C Am F G C Bury the rag deep in your face, for now is the time for your tears. ======================================================================= Restless Farewell Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Capo at 4th fret Played very freely C/G F C/G Oh all the money that in my whole life I did spend G G6 G7 Csus4 C Csus4 C g Be it mine right or wrongfully C Csus4 C F C/G I'd let it slip gladly to my friends G G6 G7 C Csus4 C To tie up the time most forcefully C F/C C C/G F C But the bottles are done, we've killed each one Gsus4/B Am Am/G f G G6 G7 C g And the table is full and overflowed C F C/G F C/G And the corner sign says it's closing time F C G G6 G7 C Csus4 C So I'll bid farewell and be down the road harmonica break: F C G G6 G7 C C/G Oh every girl that ever I've touched I did not do it harmfully And every girl that ever I've hurt I did not do it knowingly But to remain as friends, you need the time To make amends and stay behind And since my feet are now fast And point away from the past I'll bid farewell and be down the line Oh every foe that ever I faced The cause was there before we came And every cause that ever I fought I fought it full without regret or shame But the dark does die as the curtain is drawn And somebody's eyes must meet the dawn And if I see the day I'd only have to stay So I'll bid farewell in the night and be gone Oh every thought that strung a knot in my mind I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung But it's not to stand naked under unknown (unknowin'?) eyes It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung But the time ain't tall if on time you depend And no word is possessed by no special friend And though the line is cut it ain't quite the end I'll just bid farewell till we meet again Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time To disgrace, distract and bother me And the dirt of gossip blows into my face And the dust of rumors covers me But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick It can pierce through the dust no matter how thick So I'll make my stand and remain as I am And bid farewell and not give a damn C/G=332010 G6 =3X200X G7 =3X300X Csus4=X33010 F/C=X33211 Gsus4/B=X2001X Am/G=3X2210 f=1XXXXX passing note g=3XXXXX passing note Harmonica played cross harp (blues style)--use key of A Note: played with no strict time, very freely. Also played freely are the strings strummed or picked for each chord, varying from chord to chord and verse to verse. Occasionally some chords are left out, played with a different root, notes hammered etc. submitted by Andrew Mullins [email protected]

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