My songs Song book of Bob Dylan

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1 My songs Song book of Bob Dylan

2 Po' boy Chords: Fmaj or x F6 13x231 or x Am/f# or xx4555 (=F#m7-5) Bm7-5 x2323x E or, more correctly, D9 x54555 or x54530 (in the bridge) B5 x2440x G G or The E7-5 is the combined result of guitar and bass. A plain E7 is just as good. The G at the end of the bridge is, just like in Mississippi, more of a G7sus4 (3x301x) or G11 (3x3211). Fmaj7 F6 C Am/f# Fmaj7 G6 G C :... :... :... : / / / ( ) / Made by: 2

3 C Bm7-5 E7(-5) Man came to the door, I say, "For whom are you lookin' " Am D9 He says, "Your wife." I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin' " Fmaj7 F6 C Am/f# Po' boy, where you been? F(maj7) G6 G C I already told you, won't tell you again. I say, "How much you want for that?" I go into the store, Man says, "Three dollars." "All right," I say, "Will you take four?" Po' boy, never say die, Things will be all right by and by. Workin' like on the main line, working like a devil, The game is the same, it's just up on another level. Po' boy, dressed in black, Police at your back. B(5) Em B7 Em B7 Po' boy in a red hot town, Em B7 Em out beyond the twinklin' stars, Made by: 3

4 E7 Am E7 Am Ridin' first class trains, makin' the rounds, E7 Am D9 G Tryin' to keep from fallin' between the cars G. :... : or Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket, By the way, what happened to that poisoned wine?" She said, "I gave it to you, you drank it." Po' boy, layin' him straight, Pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate. Time and love has branded me with its claws Had to go to Florida dodgin' them Georgia laws. Po' boy, in the hotel called The Palace of Gloom, Call down to room service, says "Send up a room." My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer, Made by: 4

5 My father was a travelin' salesman, I never met him. When my mother died, my uncle took me and he ran a funeral parlor. He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him.. : All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss, I don't know any more than this. Po' boy, pickin' up sticks, Build you a house out of mortar and bricks. Knockin' on the door, I said, "Who's it, where you from?" Man said, "Freddie." I said, "Freddie who?" He said, "Freddie or not, here I come!" Po' boy, 'neath the stars that shine, Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine. [Intro (slowly)] Made by: 5

6 Seven days Em C G Seven days, seven more days she'll be comin' B7 Em Am I'll be waiting at the station for her to arrive B7 Em Seven more days, all I gotta do is survive. She been gone ever since I been a child Ever since I seen her smile, I never forgotten her eyes. She had a face that outshine the sun in the skies. I been good, I been good while I been waitin' Maybe guilty of hesitatin', But I've been hangin' on Seven more days, all that'll be gone. D There's kissing in the valley, A Thieving in the alley, B7 Em Fighting every inch of the way. D Trying to get a lead on A Made by: 6

7 somebody to beat [?] on B7 Well, the nights are always sadder than the day. B7 :... x3 : day Seven days Seven days, seven more days that are connected Just like I expected, she'll be comin' on forth, My beautiful comrade from the north. There's fighting in the valley, Thieving in the alley, Fighting every inch of the way. Trying to get a lead on somebody new to beat on the nights are always sadder than the day. Made by: 7

8 Mr. Tambourine Man Dropped D tuning (D-A-d-g-b-e') Capo 3nd fret Chords: D Dsus Dsus G A x02220 or Asus4 x02230 or Asus2 x02200 or Em : D D Dsus2 D : G A D G D G A Asus4 A I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. G A D G D G A D Dsus4 D Dsus2 D In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Made by: 8

9 G A D G Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, D G Vanished from my hand, D G A Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. G A D G My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, D G I have no one to meet D G A And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Made by: 9

10 I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Made by: 10

11 Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Made by: 11

12 Mississippi Intro (actually played one octave higher): C /d /e /f G C :... : C Csus4 C Csus4 Every step of the way, we walk the line. C Csus4 C F Your days are numbered, so are mine. C F C F Time is piling up, we struggle and we scrape. C /d /e /f G C We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape. City's just a jungle, more games to play. Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away. I was raised in the country, I been working in the town. I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down. Made by: 12

13 G /a /b /c Got nothing for you, I had nothing before /d /e F G Don't even have anything for myself anymore G /a /b /c Sky full of fire, pain pouring down /d /e F G Nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around. All my powers of expression, I thought so sublime, Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme Only one thing I did wrong, Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Well, the devil's in the alley, mule's in the stall Say anything you want to, I have heard it all I was thinking about the things that Rosie said I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie's bed Walking through the leaves falling from the trees Feeling like a stranger nobody sees. So many things that we never will undo I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too. Some people will offer you their hand and some won't Last night I knew you, tonight I don't I need something strong to distract my mind Made by: 13

14 I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind Well, I got here following the southern star I crossed that river just to be where you are Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long. Well, my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fast. I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past. But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free. I got nothing but affection for those who've sailed with me. Everybody moving, if they ain't already there. Everybody got to move somewhere Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow, Things should start to get interesting right about now My clothes are wet, tight on my skin Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in I know that fortune is waiting to be kind So give me your hand and say you'll be mine *) Now the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Made by: 14

15 Blowin' in the Wind Capo 7th fret (sounding key D major) Chords: G C x32010 C/b x20010 D/a x00232 D/f# G C /b D/a G How many roads must a man walk down G C /b G Before you call him a man? G C /b D/a G Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail G C /b D(/a and f#) Before she sleeps in the sand? G C /b D/a G Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly G C /b G Before they're forever banned? C /b D/a G C The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, C /b D/a G Made by: 15

16 The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, Pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. Made by: 16

17 Index Blowin' in the Wind: Mississippi: Mr. Tambourine Man:... 8 Po' boy:... 2 Seven days:... 6 Made by: 17