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The Freewheelin Bob Dylan by Bob Dylan Blowin' In The Wind Girl From The North Country Masters Of War Down The Highway Bob Dylan's Blues A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (no tab yet, will add later) Don't Think Twice It's All Right Bob Dylan's Dream Oxford Town Talking World War III Blues (no tab yet, will add later) Corrina, Corrina Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance (no tab yet, will add later) I Shall Be Free ========================================================= Blowing in the Wind Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Capo 7th [G] [G]How many [C]roads [G/B]must a [D/A]man walk down[G] before you [C]call [G/B]him a [D/A]man? [G]How many [C]seas [G/B]must a [D/A]white dove sail[G] before she [C]sleeps [G/B]in the [D/A]sand? [G]How many [C]times [G/B]must the [D/A]cannonballs fly[G] before they are [C]for-[G/B]ever [D/A]banned? The [C]an-[G/B]swer, my [D/A]friend, is [G]blowin' in the [C]wind, The [C]an-[G/B]swer is [D/A]blowin' in the wind[G]. Harmonica Solo: [C] [G/B] [D/A] [G] [C/G] [G/B] [D/A] [G] How many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea? How many years can some people exist before the're allowed to be free? How many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, The answer is blowing in the wind. How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky? How many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry? How many deaths will it take 'till he knows that too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, The answer is blowing in the wind. ================================================================ Girl From The North Country Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Capo 3rd fret Intro:G C/G G C/G ... G Em Em7 D7/F# G C/G G If you're travellin' in the north country fair Em7 D7/F# G C/G G Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Em7 D7/F# G C/G G Remember me to one who lives there Em7 D7/F# G C/G G Em For she once was a true love of mine If you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see she has a coat so warm To keep her from the howlin' winds Please see if her hair hangs long If it rolls and flows all down her breast Please see for me if her hair is hangin' long For that's the way I remember her best I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all Many times I've often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day Harmonica break So if you're travellin' in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Harmonica break =================================================== Masters of War Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Capo 3rd fret Intro: Dm (hammer on/pull off the 3rd string (G-A) throughout) e-1-1-1-...- B-3-3-3-...- G-2-0-2-...- D-0-0-0-...- A----------- D----------- Dm Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks F C Dm I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy You play with my world like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old you lie and deceive A world war can't be won, and you want me to believe But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain Like I see through the water that runs down my drain You that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire Then you sit back and watch while the death count getshigher You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled Fear to bring children into the world For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins How much do I know to talk out of turn You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never forgive what you do Let me ask you one question: is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could? I think you will find when your death takes its toll All the money you made won't ever buy back your soul And I hope that you die and your death will come soon I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead ==================================================================== Down the Highway Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html G7: 320031 Intro: G7 The Riff: (after every G7) | These little riffs | | are also heard in | G7 | many places. | ----11111111-----------------3------|--6p3---------------| ----33333333-----------------3/------|--------------------| ----00000000-3p0-------------0------|--------OR----------| -----------------3p0---------0/------|--------------------| ---------------------1-1-----2------|--------------------| --3-----------------------3--3/------|------------6p3-----| Arpeggio G7 Well, I'm walkin' down the highway with my suitcase in my hand C7 G7 Yes, I'm a-walkin' down the highway with my suitcase in my hand D7 C7 G7 Lord, I really miss my baby, she's in some foreign land Well, your streets are getting empty, Lord, your highway's getting filled And your streets are getting empty, and your highway's getting filled Well, the way I love that woman, I swear it's bound to get me killed Well, I've been gamblin' so long, Lord, I ain't got much more to lose Yes I've been gamblin' so long, I ain't a-got much more to lose Right now i'm having troubles, pleas don't take away my highway shoes Well, I'm bound to get lucky, baby, or I'm bound to die tryin' Yes I'm bound to get lucky, Lord, I'm a-bound to die tryin' Well meet me in the middle of the ocean and we'll leave this old highway behind Well, the ocean took my baby, my baby stole my heart from me Yes the ocean took my baby, my baby took my heart from me She packed it all up in a suitcase, Lord she took it away to Italy, Italy Well, I'm a-walkin down your highway, just as far as my poor eyes can see Yes I'm a-walkin down your highway, just as far as my eyes can see From the Golden Gate bridge, all the way to the Statue of Liberty ===================================================================== Bob Dylan's Blues Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Capo second fret Intro: G the bass part at the beginning goes like: D----2---0------- A------------2--- E-3-------------- Unlike most of the songs nowadays that are being written uptown in Tin Pan Alley That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays This, this is a song, this wasn't written up there this was written somewhere down in the United States G Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they're riding down the line C Fixin' everybody's troubles, everybody's 'cept mine G D G Someone must have told 'em that I was doin' fine All you five and ten cent women, with nothing in your heads I got a real gal I'm a lovin', lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead Go away from my door and my window too right now Lord, I ain't goin' down to no racetrack to see no sports car run I don't have no sports car and I don't even care to have one I can walk anytime around the block Well, the wind keeps a blowin' me up and down the street With my hat in my hands and my boots on my feet Watch out so you don't step on me Well look at here buddy, he wanna be like me Pull out your six shooter and rob every bank you can see Tell the judge I said it was all right yeah ================================================================= Don't Think Twice, It's All Right Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html **Capo 4th fret (actually in E Major, not C)** EADGBe ++++++ 320003 G 322003 G6 323003 G7 A harmonica INTRO: C C/G G Am Am/G F C G VERSE 1: C C/G G Am Am/G F Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe, C G G6 G If'n you don't know by now. C C/G G Am Am/G D7/F# It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe. G G6 G7 It'll never do, somehow. C C7 When the rooster crows at the break of dawn F D7/F# look out your window and I'll be gone C C/B Am Am/G F You're the reason I'm travelin' on, C G G6 C but don't think twice, it's al-right. VERSE 2: Ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe, That light I never knowed. Ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe, I'm on the dark side of the road. Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say, To try & make me change my mind and stay. We never did too much talkin' anyway, So don't think twice, it's all right. VERSE 3: It ain't no use in callin out my name, gal Like you never done before. It ain't no use in callin out my name, gal I can't hear anymore I'm sittin & a wonderin, walkin down the road I once loved a woman - a child I am told I give her my heart, but she wanted my soul but don't think twice, it's alright. VERSE 3: So lo-ong honey babe where I'm bound, I can't tell. Goodbye is too good a word babe. So I'll just say, "Fare thee well." I ain't sayin you treated me unkind You coulda done better but, I don't mind You just kind of wasted my precious time but don't think twice, it's alright. =========================================================== Bob Dylan's Dream Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html The harp's in G, position 1. While [G]riding on a [Am]train going west I fell as[Am/B]leep [Am/C]for to t[D]ake my rest. [D/C]I [G]dreamed a dream that [C]made me [G]sad Concerning mys[D]elf and the [C]first few [C/B]friends I [G]had. With half damp eyes I stared to the room Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon, Where we together weathered many a storm, Laughing and singing 'till the early hours of the morn. By the old wooden stove where our hats were hung, Our words were told and our songs were sung; We longed for nothing and were satisfied Talking and joking about the world outside. With haunted hearts through the heat and cold, We never thought we could get very old We thought we could sit forever in fun Though our chances really were a million to one. As easy it was to tell black from white, It was all that easy to tell wrong from right; Our choices were few and the thought never hit That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split. Ah many a year has passed and gone, And many a gamble has been lost and won; And many a road taken by many a friend, And each one of them I've never seen again. I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, That we could sit simply in that room once again; Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat, I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that. ============================================================= Oxford Town Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html capo on the 1st fret G C G Oxford Town, Oxford Town, C G C G Ev'rybody's got their heads bowed down, G C G C G The sun don't shine above the ground, C G Ain't a-goin' down to oxford town He went down to Oxford town, Guns and club followed him down, All because his face was brown, Better get away from oxford town. Oxford town around the bend, He come into the door, he couldn't get in, All because the color of his skin, What do you think about that my friend Me and my gal, my gal sun, We got met with a tear gas bomb, I don't even know why we come, Going back where we come from. Oxford Town in the afternoon, Ev'rybody singin' a sorrowful tune, Two men died with the missisipi moon, Somebody better investigate soon. -=repeat the first verse=- G: 320001 C: 3x2013 ============================================================ Corrina, Corrina Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html *** Capo 5th fret *** EADGBe ------ C x32010 C/E xx2010 F xx3211 G/D xx0003 G 320003 Intro ( repeat after each line ): C/E F C/E F C/E G/D C C F C Corrina, Corrina, gal where you been so long? F C Corrina, Corrina, gal where you been so long? G F C I've been worryin' 'bout you baby, baby please come home I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings But I ain't a-got Corrina, life don't mean a thing Instrumental verse Corrina, Corrina, gal you're on my mind Corrina, Corrina, gal you're on my mind I was sittin' down thinking of you, I just can't keep from cryin' Instrumental verse ========================================================= I Shall Be Free Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Transcription by Kelvin Sherlock Intro: G D G C/G G C/G G D Well I took me a woman late last night, G C/G G C/G G I's three fourths drunk, she looked all right D 'til she started peeling off her onion gook, G C/G Took off her wig, said, "How do I look?" G C/G I's high flyin bare naked out the window Well, sometimes, I might get drunk Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk Don't hurt me none, it don't hurt my pride Cause I got my little lady right by my side She's a tryin' to hide Pretendin' she don't know me I's out there paintin' on the old wood shed When a can of black paint, it fell on my head I went down to scrub and rub But I had to sit in back of the tub Cost a quarter Half price Well, my telephone rang, it would not stop It's President Kennedy callin' me up He said, "My friend Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?" I said, "My friend John, Bridgette Bardot" Anita Ickberg Sophia Loren County'll grow Well I got a woman five feet short She yells and hollars and screams and snorts She tickles my nose, pats me on the head Rolls me over and kicks me out of bed She's a man-eater Meat grinder Bad loser Oh there ain't no use in me workin' all the time I got a woman who works herself blind Works up to her britches, up to her neck Writes me letters and sends me checks She's a humdinger Folksinger Late one day, in the middle of the week My eyes were closed, I was half asleep I chased me a woman up the hill Right in the middle of an air raid drill I jumped a fallout shelter I jumped a string bean I jumped a tv dinner I jumped a shotgun Well the man on the stand, he wants my vote He's runnin' for office on a ballot note He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple Tellin' me he loves all kinds of people He's eatin' bagels He's eatin' pizza He's eatin' chitlins Oh I sat me down on the television floor I flipped the channel to number four Out of the shower comes a football man With a bottle of oil in his hand Greasy kid's stuff What I want to know mister football man is What do you know about Willie Mays Martin Luther King Olitunji Well the funniest woman I ever seen Was the great granddaughter of Mister Clean She takes about fifteen baths a day Wants me to grow a moustache on my face She's insane Well, ask me why I'm drunk all the time Levels my head and eases my mind I just walk along and stroll and sing I see better days and do better things I catch dinosaurs Make love to Elizabeth Taylor Catch hell from Richard Burton

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