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Another Side Of Bob Dylan (album) by Bob Dylan All I Really Want To Do Black Crow Blues Spanish Harlem Incident Chimes of Freedom I Shall Be Free No. 10 To Ramona Motorpsycho Nitemare My Back Pages I Don't Believe You Ballad In Plain D (no tab yet, will add later) It Ain't Me Babe ======================================================= All I Really Want To Do Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html **Capo second fret** Chords used: EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE C x32010 G 320003 D xx0232 C3rd xx5553 G3rd xx5433 Intro: G C3rd G3rd D G I ain't looking to compete with you C G D G Beat or cheat or mistreat you C3rd G3rd D G Simplify you classify you C G D G Deny defy or crucify you G3rd C3rd G C G3rd All I really want to do D G C G D G C G D G C G is baby be friends with you. No and I ain't looking to fight with you frighten you or uptighten you drag you down or drain you down chain you down or bring you down All I ... I ain't looking to block you up shock or knock or lock you up Analyze you categorize you finalize you or advertise you All I ... I don't wanna straightface you race or chase you, track or trace you or disgrace you or displace you or define you or confine you All I ... I don't wanna meet your kin make you spin or do you in or select or dissect you or inspect you or or reject you All I ... I don't wanna fake you out take or shake or forsake you out I ain't looking for you to feel like me see like me or be like me All I ... ==================================================== Black Crow Blues Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html G7 I woke in the mornin', wand'rin', C7 G7 Wasted and worn out. C7 I woke in the mornin', wand'rin', G7 Wasted and worn out. D7 Wishin' my long-lost lover D7 Will walk to me, talk to me, G7 D7 Tell me what it's all about. I was standin' at the side road Listenin' to the billboard knock. Standin' at the side road Listenin' to the billboard knock. Well, my wrist was empty But my nerves were kickin', Tickin' like a clock. If I got anything you need, babe, Let me tell you in front. If I got anything you need, babe, Let me tell you in front. You can come to me sometime, Night time, day time, Any time you want. Sometimes I'm thinkin' I'm Too high to fall. Sometimes I'm thinkin' I'm Too high to fall. Other times I'm thinkin' I'm So low I don't know If I can come up at all. Black crows in the meadow Across a broad highway. Black crows in the meadow Across a broad highway. Though it's funny, honey, I just don't feel much like a Scarecrow today. =================================================== Spanish Harlem Incident Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Chords used: EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE C x32010 G 320003 D xx0232 C3rd xx5553 G3rd xx5433 Intro: G C G C G Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem C G Cannot hold you to its heat C G You're temperature is too hot for tamin' C G Your flamin' feet are burnin' up the street. C3rd G3rd C3rd G I am homeless come and take me C3rd G3rd C3rd D to the reach of your rattle and drums. C G C D G Let me know, babe, all about my fortune C D G C D [strum eighths] G C D G C G down along my restless palms. C G Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed C G I have fallen far beneath C G your perly eyes so fast and slashing C3rd C G and your flashing diamond teeth. C3rd G3rd C3rd G The night is pitchblack come and make my C3rd G3rd C3rd D pale face fit in the place of pleas. C G C D G Let me know, babe, I'm nearly drownin' C D G C D G C D G C G If it's you, my lifeline's trace. G3rd C3rd C G I've been wondering all about me G3rd C3rd C G ever since I've seen you there G3rd C3rd C G on your cliffs of your wild cat charms I'm riding G C3rd C G I know I'm round you but I don't know where. C3rd G3rd C3rd G You have slayed me you have made me C3rd G3rd C3rd D I've got to laugh half ways off my heels C G C D G I got to know, babe, oh will you surround me C D G C G so I can know if I am really real. ========================================================= Chimes of Freedom Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html ??Tuned down 1/2 step?? Intro: G C C/B D Dsus4 C D G (notes: B C D G...) G C9 Far between the sundown's finish G C9 and midnights broken toll G we ducked inside C9 D G (notes: B C D G...) the doorway as thunder went crashing G C9 As majestic bells of bolts G C9 struck shadows in the sounds G C9 D G seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing (notes on low E string and open D: G F# E D...) D Flashing for the warriors G C9 G whose strength is not to fight C9 C9/B flashing for the refugees Am D of the unarmed road of flight G C9 and for each and every underdog G C9 soldier in the night G C9 D G (notes: B C D G...) and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing There are cities melted furnace unexpectedly we watched with faces hidden as the walls were tightening As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain dissolved into the bells of the lightning Tolling for the rebel tolling for the rake tolling for the luckless they are bound and damned forsaked tolling for the outcasts burning constantly at stake and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Through the mad mystic hammering and the wild ripping hail the sky cracked its farms in naked wonder As the clanging of the church bells blew far into the breeze leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle striking for the kind striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind and the poet and painter far behind his rightful time and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing In the wild cathedral evening the rain unravelled tales for a disrobed faceless farms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts all down and taken for granted situations Tolling for the deaf and blind tolling for the mute for a mistreated maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute for the misdemeanor outlaw chained and cheated by pursuit and we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing Even though the cloud's white curtain in a far off corner flowered and the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows fired but further ones condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones on their speechless seeking trail for the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale and for each unharmful gentle soul misplaced inside a jail and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Starry eyes and laughing as I recall when we were caught trapped no track for ours for they hang suspended As we listened one last time and we watched with one last look spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed or the countless confused accused misused strung out ones and worse and for every hung up person in the whole wide universe and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Chord Tab: G C9 C9/B C D Am E 3 3 3 0 2 0 B 3 3 3 1 3 1 G 0 0 0 0 2 2 D 0 2 0 2 0 2 A 2 3 2 3 x 0 E 3 x x x x x ============================================================ I Shall Be Free No. 10 Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html (Harmonica intro) | . . . | . . . | . . | . . . . . D Em D Em D G C D G G C I'm just average, common too D I'm just like him, the same as you G C I'm everybody's brother and son I ain't different than anyone G It ain't no use a-talking to me C It's just the same as talking to you. (Harmonica) . . | . . . | . . . D G C D Em D Em D I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run 99, 100 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen. Well, I don't know, but I've been told The streets in heaven are lined with gold I ask you how things could get much worse If the Russians happen to get up there first Wowee! pretty scary ! Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree I want ev'rybody to be free But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater Move in next door and mary my daughter You must think I'm crazy ! I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba. Well, I set my monkey on the log And ordered him to do the Dog He wagged his tail and shook his head And he went and did the Cat instead He's a weird monkey, very funky. I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist And my wig-hat falling in my face But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court. I gotta woman, she's so mean She sticks my boots in the washing machine Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude Puts bubblegum in my food She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey. Now I gotta friend who spends his life Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me with a scarf When my name comes up he pretends to barf I've got a million friends ! Now they asked me to read a poem At the sorority sister's home I got knocked down and my head was swimmin' I wound up with the Dean of Women Yippee ! I'm a poet, and I know it Hope I don't blow it. I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange So I look like a walking mountain range And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse Out to the country club and the golf course Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds. You're probably wondering by now Just what this song is all about What's probably got you baffled more What this thing here is for It's nothing It's something I learned over in England =========================================================== To Ramona Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Capo II C G G7 Ramona come closer, shut softly your watery eyes G C The pangs of your sadness shall pass as your senses will rise F G G7 The flowers of the city, though breathlike get deathlike at times G And there's no use in tryin' to deal with the dyin' C C Though I cannot explain that in lines. (Repeat for all other verses) Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss As to be under the strength of your skin Your magnetic movements still capture the minutes I'm in But it grieves my heart love to see you tryin to be a part of A world that just don't exsist It's all just a dream babe, a vacuum, a scheme babe That sucks you into feeling like this I can see that your head has been twisted and fed By worthless foam from the mouth I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on back to the south You've been fooled into thinking that the finishing end is at hand Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you Cept the thought of yourself feelin' bad I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one And no one is better than you If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win and nothing to lose >From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem That hype you and type you making you feel That you gotta be just like them I'd forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a meaningless ring For deep in my heart I know there's no help I can bring Everything passes, everything changes Just do what you think you should do And someday maybe, who knows baby I'll come and be crying to you. Dionysus Burlesque ======================================================= Motorpsycho Nitemare Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Intro: G G I pounded on a farmhouse looking for a place to stay G I was mighty mighty tired, I had come a long long way G C I said, "Hey hey in there, is there anybody home?" C G I was standing on the steps feeling most alone G D When out comes a farmer, he must have thought that I was nuts D G He immediate looked at me and stuck a gun into my guts. I fell down to my bending knees Saying "I dig farmers, don't shoot me please" He cocked his rifle and began to shout, "Are you that travelling salesman that i have heard about?" I said, "No, no, no, I'm a doctor and it's true I'm a clean cut kid and I've been to college too." Well in comes his daughter whose name was Rita She looked like she stepped out of A Dolce Vita I immediate tried to cool it with her dad And told him what a nice pretty farm he had He said, "What do doctors know about farms pray tell?" I said, "I was born at the bottom of a wishing well." Well by the dirt neath my nails, I guess he knew I wouldn't lie He said, "I guess your tired," he said it kinda sly I said, "Yes ten thousand miles today I drove." He said, "I got a bed for you underneath the stove Just one condition you can go to sleep right now that you don't touch my daughter and in the morning milk the cows." I was sleeping like a rat when I heard something jerkin' There stood Rita looking just like Tony Perkins She said, "Would you like to take a shower? I'll show you up to the door." I said, "Oh, no, no, I've been through this movie before." I knew I had to split, but I did not know how When she said, "Would you like to take that shower now?" Well I couldn't leave unless the old man chased me out 'Cause I'd already promised that I'd milk his cows I had to say something to strike him very weird So I yelled, "I like Fidel Castro and his beard!" Rita looked offended, but she got out of the way As he came charging down the stairs saying, "What's that I heard you say?" "I said I like Fidel Castro, I think you heard me right." Then I ducked as he swung at me with all his might Rita mumbled something 'bout her mother on the hill As his fist hit it the icebox he said he was gonna kill Me if I don't get out the door in two seconds flat "You unpatriotic rotten doctor commie rat." Well he threw a Reader's Digest at my head and I did run I did a somersault as I seen him get his gun And crashed through the window at a hundred miles an hour And landed fully glassed in his garden flowers Rita said, "Come back," and he started to load The sun was coming up and was running down the road Well I don't figure I'll be back there for a spell Even though Rita moved away and got a job at a motel He still waits for me constant on the sly He wants to turn me in to the F.B.I. Me I romp and stomping, thankful as I romp Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp. ============================================================ My Back Pages Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html *Capo on 3rd fret* C Am Em Crimson flames tied through my ears F G C Rollin' high and mighty traps... C Am Em Pounced with fire on flaming roads F G Using i-deas as my maps... Am Em "We'll meet on edges, soon said," I, F G Proud 'neath heated brow... C Am Em F Ah, but I was so much older then C G C I'm young-er than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "Rip down all hate," I screamed, Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull I dreamed. Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Girl's faces formed the forward path >From phony jealousy, To memorizing politics Of ancient history. Flung down by corpse evangelist Unthought of, though, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. A self-ordained professor's tongue Too serious to fool Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school. "Equality," I spoke the word As if a wedding vow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach. My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect. Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. ========================================================= I Don't Believe You Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Intro: D5th A5th D e--5-5-5-5-----5--------2----------------2-2-- H--7-7-7-5-----5h7p5----3----------------3-3-- G-----------------------2----------------2-2-- D------------7--------0--------------0-------- A-------------------------0----0-2-4---------- E--------------------------------------------- First verse: D5th A5th D5th A5th I can't understand she let go off my hand D5th A5th D Dsus D and left me here facing the wall. D5th A5th D5th A5th I'd sure like to know why she did go D5th A5th D Dsus D but I can't get close to her at all. Bm F#m Though we kissed in the wild blazing night time G A A6 she said she would never forget. D5th A5th D5th A5th But now morning is clear, it's like I'm not here, D5th A5th D Dsus D she acts like we never had met. Bm F#m G A A6 D5th A5th D5th A5th D5th A5th D Dsus D [Harmonica solo after each verse] 2nd verse It's only to me like some mystery, it could even be like a myth. But it's hard to think on, that she's the same one that last night I was with. >From darkness dreams are deserted Am I still dreaming yet I wish she'd unlock her voice once and talk 'stead of acting like we never met. 3rd verse If she ain't feeling well, then why don't she tell instead of turning her back to my face. Without any doubt she seems too far out for me to return to or chase Her skirt it swayed as the guitar played, her mouth was watery and wet, But now something is changed, for she ain't the same, she just acts like we never had met. 4th verse If I didn't have to guess I'd gladly confess to anything I might have tried. If I was with her too long, or done something wrong, I wish she'd tell me what it is I'll run and hide. Tough the night ran swirling and whirling, I remember her whispering yet But evidently she don't, evidently she won't, She acts like we never had met. 5th verse I'm leaving today, I'll be on my way, of this I can't say very much. But if you want me to, I can be just like you, and pretend that we never had touched. And if anybody asks me, is it easy to forget? I say it's easily done, just pick anyone and pretend that you never had met. Chords: D5th: xx7775 A5th: xx7655 A6: x02222 Dsus: xx0233 D: xx0232 Bm: xx4432 F#m: xx4222 G: 320003 A: x02220 =========================================================== It Ain't Me Babe Bob Dylan from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html EADBGe ------ x54030 Dsus4 3x2013 C/G Intro: G C/G G Dsus4 C Dsus4 C G C/G G Go 'way from my window leave at your own chosen speed Dsus4 C Dsus4 C A C/G G I'm not the one you want, Babe, I'm not the one you need. Bm Am Bm Am You say you're looking for someone never weak but always strong Bm Am Bm Am To protect you and defend you whether you are right or wrong C D Someone to open each and every door G But it ain't me, Babe, C D G No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe, C D G It ain't me you're looking for, Babe. Go lightly from the ledge, Babe, go lightly on the ground, I'm not the one you want, Babe, I will only let you down. You say you're looking for someone who will promise never to part Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart Someone who will die for you and more But it ain't me, Babe, No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe, It ain't me you're looking for, Babe. Go melt back in the night, Babe, everything inside is made of stone, There's nothing in here moving and anyway I'm not alone You say you're looking for someone Who'll pick you up each time you fall, To gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call A love of your life and nothing more But it ain't me, Babe, No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe, It ain't me you're looking for, Babe.

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