Chordproc: Bob Dylan : Misc Trad

Bob Dylan : Misc Trad


  1. Barbara Allen
  2. Dink's Song
  3. Duncan And Brady
  4. Easy And Slow
  5. Eileen Aroon
  6. Girl On The Green Briar Shore
  7. Golden Vanity
  8. Handsome Molly
  9. He Was A Friend Of Mine
  10. House Carpenter
  11. I've Been All Around This World
  12. Lakes Of Ponchartrain
  13. Mary Of The Wild Moor
  14. Moonshiner
  15. No More Auction Block
  16. Polly Vaughn
  17. Pretty Saro
  18. Railroad Bill
  19. Roll On John
  20. Silver Dagger
  21. Trail Of The Buffalo
  22. The Water Is Wide
  23. Wild Mountain Thyme

Barbara Allen

Tuning: Drop D
The following figure appears between verses:
D
Dsus4
D
: . . . : . . . : . . .
|---------------0-|h2-----3-------2-|-----------------|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-----------2-----|---2-------2-----|-----------2-----| repeat
|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---| ad lib
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|
D
In Charlotte town, not far from here,
G
A
D
There was a fair maid dwellin.'
G
A
D
And her name was known both far and near,
A/e
D
And her name was Barb'ry Allen. 'Twas in the merry month of May, Green buds they were swellin', Poor William on his death-bed lay, For the love of Barb'ry Allen. He sent his man down to town To the place that she was dwellin' Sayin', "Master bids your company, If your name is Barb'ry Allen." Oh slowly, slowly she got up To the place where he was lyin', And when she pulled the curtain back, Said, "Young man, I b'lieve you're dying!" "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm very sick And I shall never get better Unless I have the love of one, The love of Bar'bry Allen." "Don't you remember not long ago, The day down in the tavern? You toasted all the ladies there, But you slighted Barb'ry Allen." "Oh yes, oh yes, I remember well That day down in the tavern. I toasted all the ladies there, But I gave my heart to Barb'ry Allen." She looked to the East, she looked to the West, She saw his pale corpse a-comin', Cryin', "Put him down and leave him there So I might gaze upon him." The more she gazed, the more she mourned, Until she burst out cryin'; Sayin', "I beg you come and take him away, For my heart now too is dyin'!" "Oh, father, father, come dig my grave, Dig it wide an' narrow. Poor William died for me today; I'll die for him tomorrow." They buried him in the old churchyard, They buried her beside him, And from his heart grew a red, red rose, And from her heart a briar. They grew, they grew so awful high Till they could grow no higher, An' 'twas there they tied a lover's knot, The red rose and the briar. In Charlotte town, not far from here, There was a maid a-dwellin.' Had a name was known both far and near, An' her name was Barb'ry Allen.



Dink's Song

C 332010
Fmaj7 x33210
Am 002210
G 320003
Played by alternately lowering and raising all the fingers in a steady rhythmical pattern over the chords C and F, later G and Am:
C
F
C
F
: . . . : . . .
|-----------------|-----------------|
|-1-----1---0-1-0-|-1-----1---0-1-0-|
|-0-----2---0-2-0-|-0-----2---0-2-0-|
|-2-----3---0-3-0-|-2-----3---0-3-0-| etc.
|-3-----3---0-3-0-|-3-----3---0-3-0-|
|-----------------|-----------------|
C
F
C
F
C
F
C
F
C
F
C
F
If I had wings like Noah's dove,
C
F
Am
C
F
I'd fly the river to the one I love.
C
Am
F
G
C
F
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. I had a man who was long and tall, moved his body like a cannonball. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Remember one evening was drizzling rain, And round my heart I felt an aching pain. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Once I wore my apron low, Couldn't keep you away from my door. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Now my apron is up to my chin, You'll pass my door but you'll never come in. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Mighty river runs muddy and wild, Can't care the bloody for my unborn child. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Number nine train done no harm, Number nine train, take my poor baby home. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Fastest man I ever saw, Was in Missouri on the way to Arkansas. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.



Duncan And Brady

C
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
G
'Long comes Brady in his 'lectric car Got a mean look right in his eye
C
Gonna shoot somebody jus' to watch him die
F
C
He been on the job too long Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar 'Long came Brady with his shiny star "Duncan," said Brady, "you are under arrest" Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest He been on the job too long. Old King Brady was a big, fat man Doctor looked down, and took hold of his hand reached for his pulse, the doctor said "I believe to my soul, king Brady, you're dead" He been on the job too long Up upon the hillside, eight hundred at hand, vases of roses standing around [...] horses and a rubber-tired hack bring him down to the graveyard, it won't bring him back. He been on the job too long When the women all heard King Brady was dead, They went home and they'd be re-ragged in red Slippin' and a-slidin', shuffelin' down the street, In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet. He been on the job too long "Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong breakin' in here when this game's goin' on Bustin' down the window, tearin' down the door Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor You been on the job too long." Twinkle, twinkle, little star 'Long comes Brady in his 'lectric car Got a mean look in his eye Gonna shoot somebody jus' to watch him die He been on the job too long.
G
C
He been on the job too long.



Easy And Slow

G
D
Em
G
It was down by Christ Church that I first met with Annie
G
Em
C
D
A neat little girl and not a bit shy
G
D
Em
G
She told me her father, who came from Dungannon
G
Em
C
G
Would take her back home in the sweet bye-and-bye
C
G
And what's it to any man, whether or no
C
G
D
Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true
Em
C
G
As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow
G
Em
C
G
And I rolled back my sleeve to unbuckle her shoe Was first down Thomas Street and then down to the Liffey The sun had gone down and the evening grew dark Down by King's Bridge, and by God in a jiffy My arms were around her, beyond in the park And what's it to any man, whether or no Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow And I rolled back my sleeve to unbuckle her shoe Now in city or country, a girl is a jewel And well-built for gripping, as most of them are But any young man would be really a fool To try it the first time and go a bit far And what's it to any man, whether or no Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow And I rolled back my sleeve for to buckle her shoe Now if by chance you're in the town of Dungannon You might search till your eyeballs are empty and blind Be you sitting or walking or running or standing Another like Annie you never will find And what's it to any man, whether or no Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow And I rolled back my sleeve for to buckle her shoe



Eileen Aroon

F#m7' 202200
E/g# 422100 or 476454 (or any voicing with the two lowest strings open)
A' 577600
B' 799800
C#m x46654 or x46650
E
Esus4
E
Esus4
E
Esus4
E
There is a valley fair
A
F#m7'
E
Eileen Aroon
E
Esus4
E
There is a cottage there
A
F#m'
E
Eileen Aroon
E/g#
A'
E/g#
B'
Far in the valley shade I know a tender maid
E/g#
A
C#m
A
F#m7'
E
Flow'r of the hazel glade, Eileen Aroon What would her lover do Eileen Aroon If she was no longer true Eileen Aroon Fly with a broken chain Far 'cross the sounding main Never to love again, Eileen Aroon Who in the time so fleet Eileen Aroon Who in the song so sweet Eileen Aroon Dearer her charms to me Dearer her laughter free Dearer her constancy Eileen Aroon Youth will in time decay Eileen Aroon Beauty must fade away Eileen Aroon Castles are sacked in war Chieftains are scattered far Truth is a fixed star Eileen Aroon



Girl On The Green Briar Shore

G
: . . . : . . . . . : . . . : . . .
|-----------------|-------------------------|-----------------|------------------|
|-----------------|-----0-0-----0-0---------|-----0-0---0-0---|------------------|
|-----------------|-----0-0-----0-0---------|-----0-0---0-0---|------------------|
|-----------0h2---|-5-------4-------2p0-----|-----------------|------------------|
|-----0h2---------|---------------------2---|-----------------|-----0h2----------|
|-3---------------|-------------------------|-3---------------|-3-----------3----|
C
G
: . . . : . . . . . : . . . :
|-----------------|-------------------------|-----3-3---3-3---|-----------
|-----0-0---------|-----1-1-----1-1---1-----|-----0-0---0-0---|-----------
|-----0-0---------|-----0-0-----0-0---0-----|-----0-0---0-0---|-----------
|---------5---4---|-2-------------------0---|-----------------|-----------
|/5---------------|---------3---------------|-----------------|-----------
|-----------------|-------------------------|-3---------------|-3---------
G
C
G
Twas in the year of eighty-two
C
G
In the springtime of the year
G
C
G
I left my mother and a home so dear
D
G
All for that girl on the green briar shore. My mother she says, "Son, don't go Don't leave me home alone Don't leave your mother and a home so dear Never trust a girl on the green briar shore." But I was young and reckless too And I craved a reckless life. I left my mother and a home so dear And I took that girl to be my wife. Her hair was dark and curly too And her lovin' eyes were blue Her cheeks were like the red red rose That girl I loved from the green briar shore. The years rolled on and the months rolled by She left me all alone. Now I remember what my mama said, "Never trust a girl on the green briar shore."



Golden Vanity

C
C
Csus4
C
There was a little ship
Csus4
C
Csus4
C
and it sailed along the sea
C
F
C
and the name of the ship was the golden vanity *
C
Csus4
C
Csus4
C
Csus4
C
and she sailed in the low and lonesome ocean
C
G
C
and she sailed in the lonesome sea. There was another ship sailing along the sea and the name of that ship was the Turkish Revelry* and sailing down that low and lonesome ocean saling in the lonesome sea There was a cabin boy he said what would you give to me if I swim alongside of the Turkish Revelry* and sink her in the low and lonesome ocean if I sink her in the lonesome sea Well, I will give you gold and I will give you land and my own lovely daughter she'll be at your command if you sink her in the low and lonesome ocean if you sink her in the lonesome sea He bowed his breath, overboard jumped he and he swum 'til he came to the Turkish Revelry sailing in the low and lonesome ocean sailing in the lonesome sea He had a little tool, an augur meant to bore and drilled nine holes in that ship's floor then he sunk it the low and lonesome ocean he sunk it in the lonesome sea And he bowed his breath, back swam he and he swum 'til he came to the Golden Vanity sailing in the low and lonesome ocean sailing in the lonesome sea O' captain will you be as good as your word and throw down a line and take me up on board I'm sinking in that low and lonesome ocean sinking in that lonesome sea No, I'll not be as good as my word I'll not throw down a line or to take you back on board You'll gonna sink in that low and lonesome ocean Sink in that lonesome sea If it wasn't for the love that I have onto your men I would do onto you like I done onto them I'd sink you in the low and lonesome ocean Sink you in that lonesome sea So he bowed his breath and down went he He swam til he came to pass down with [...]** and he sunk in that low and lonesome ocean He sunk in that lonesome sea



Handsome Molly

Tuning: Drop D
Capo IV
D
G/d
.
D
. . . Oh, I wish I was in London,
A
Or some other seaport town;
D
I'd put my foot on a steamboat,
G/d
D
. . . I'd sail the ocean 'round.
G/d
D
G
D
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . . .
|-------------|-------------|-2-----------|------3-2-----------|
|-------------|-------------|-3-----------|------3-3-----------|
|-------------|-------------|-2-----------|------0-2-----------|
|-------------|-------------|-0-----------|------0-0-----------|
|-0h2---------|-0h2---0h2---|-0-----------|------2-0-----------|
|-------------|-------------|-0-----------|------0-0-----------|
While sailing 'round the ocean, While sailing 'round the sea, I'd think of handsome Molly Wherever she might be. Don't you remember, Molly, You gave me your right hand? You said if ever you'd marry I'd be your man But you broke your promise, Go with whom you please, My poor heart is aching You are at your ease. I went to church last Sunday, Molly came ridin' by; I could tell her mind was changing By the rovin' of her eye. I'll go down to the river, When everyone's asleep. I'll think of handsome Molly An' I'll begin ta weep. So I wish I was in London, Or some other seaport town; I'd put my foot on a steamboat, I'd sail the ocean 'round.



He Was A Friend Of Mine

Capo II
The following figure is the basis of the fingerpicking pattern that he
uses throughout, but with many variations along the way. Don't bother
too much about the exact strings neither of the thumb nor the middle
strings --- what matters is the steady thumb against the syncopated
rhythm of the upper strings:
C/g
: . . .
|-------0---------0--------|
|-------1---------1--------|
|-----0--------------------|
|-----------2-----------2--|
|-------3-----------3------|
|-3-----------3------------|
Intro:
G7
C/g
: . . . : . . . : . . .
|-------1-----1---------1-|-------1-----------------|-------0-----0---------0-|
|-----0-----0-----0-----0-|-------0---0-----0-----0-|-------1-----1---------1-|
|-----0-----0-----0-------|-----0-----0-----0-----0-|-----0-----0-----0-------|
|-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------|
|-------------------------|-------------2-----------|-------------------------|
|-3-----------------3-----|(3)----------------3-----|-3-----------------3-----|
: . . .
|-------0-----0-----------|
|-------1-----1-----------|
|-----0-----0-----0-----0-| etc.
|-------------------------| full verse
|-------------------------|
|-3-----3-----3-----3-----|
G7
C/g
He was a friend of mine
G7
C/g
He was a friend of mine
F
C/g
Every time I think about him now
E
Am
Lord I just can't keep from cryin'
C/g
G7
C/g
'Cause he was a friend of mine He died on the road He died on the road He never had enough money To pay his room or board And he was a friend of mine I stole away and cried I stole away and cried 'Cause I never had too much money And I never been quite satisfied And he was a friend of mine He never done no wrong He never done no wrong A thousand miles from home And he never harmed no one And he was a friend of mine He was a friend of mine He was a friend of mine Every time I hear his name Lord I just can't keep from cryin' 'Cause he was a friend of mine.



House Carpenter

Tuning: Drop D
The chords, the little figures and the playing style is the same as in
numerous other dropped D-tunes from the early days. And as always,
there is some variation in the way the descent D - C9 - G/b is
executed. Quite often both in the C9 and in the G/b the bass tone is
reached by a hammer-on from the open 5th string.
In the third line there is some variation between the verses
concerning which bass tones are played. Some verses have the version
of the interlude written out below, with only C9 --- others have the
version of the first verse.
: . . . : . . . : . . : . . . :
|-----------------|-----------------|-------------|-2---2-2-2-------|----
|.----3--(3)3-3--.|-----3---3-3-3---|-----3-3-----|-3---3-3-3-------|----
|-----2--(2)2-2---|-----2---2-2-2---|-----0-0-----|-2---2-2-2-------|---- etc.
|-----0--(0)0-0---|-----0---0-0-0---|-----0-0-----|-0---------------|-0--
|.----0--(0)0-0--.|-----------------|-0h3-----2---|-0-----------3---|----
|-0---------------|-0---------------|-------------|-0---------------|----
D
C9
G/b
Well met, well met, my own true love
D
C
G/b
D
Well met, well met, cried she
D
C9
G/b
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
D
C
)
G/b
D
And it's all for the love of thee I could have married a King's daughter there She would have married me But I have forsaken my King's daughter there It's all for the love of thee Interlude verse (keep strumming the chords): : . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
|-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|-----------------
|-3---------------|-3-------3-------|-2---------------|-----------------
|-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|-----------------
|-0---------------|-0-------0-------|-0---------------|-0---------------
|-0---------------|-3-------2-------|-0-----------3---|-----------------
|-0---------------|-----------------|-0---------------|-----------------
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
|-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|-----------------
|-3---------------|-3-------3-------|-2---------------|-----------------
|-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|-----------------
|-0---------------|-0-------0-------|-0---------------|-----------------
|-0---------------|-3-------2-------|-0---------------|-----------------
|-0---------------|-----------------|-0---------------|-----------------
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
|-2---------------|-0---------------|-0---------------|-0---------------
|-3---------------|-3---------------|-3---------------|-3---------------
|-2---------------|-0---------------|-0---------------|-0---------------
|-0---------------|-0---------------|-0---------------|-0---------------
|-0---------------|-0h3-------------|-0h3-------------|-0h3-------------
|-0---------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
|-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|-----------------
|-3---------------|-3-------3-------|-2---------------|-----------------
|-2---------------|-0-------0-------|-3---------------|-----------------
|-0---------------|-0-------0-------|-0---------------|-0---------------
|-0---------------|-3-------2-------|-0-----------3---|-----------------
|-0---------------|-----------------|-0---------------|-----------------
Well, if you could have married a King's daughter there I'm sure you're the one to blame For I am married to a house carpenter And I'm sure he's a fine young man Forsake, forsake your house carpenter And come away with me I'll take you to where the green grass grows On the shores of sunny Italy So up she picked her babies three And gave them kisses, one, two, three Saying "take good care of your daddy while I'm gone And keep him good company." Well, they were sailin' about two weeks I'm sure it was not three When the younger of the girls, she came on deck Sayin' she wants company "Well, are you weepin' for your house and home? Or are you weepin' for your babies three?" "Well, I'm not weepin' for my house carpenter I'm weepin' for my babies three." Oh what are those hills yonder, my love They look as white as snow Those are the hill of heaven, my love You and I'll never know Oh what are those hills yonder, my love They look as dark as night Those are the hills of hell-fire my love Where you and I will unite Oh twice around went the gallant ship I'm sure it was not three When the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leak And it drifted to the bottom of the sea



I've Been All Around This World

C
F
C
Was on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand
F
C
Was on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand
F
C
Rifle on my shoulder, six-shooter in my hand
C
G
C
Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world Hattie, oh Hattie, come out and by the door Hattie, oh Hattie, come out, come out and by the door 'Fore I have to step in with my forty-four God knows, I been all around this world Hang me, oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone Hang me, oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone Wouldn't mind your hanging, boys, but you'll wait in jail so long Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world Was on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand Was on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand Rifle on my shoulder, six-shooter in my hand Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world



Lakes Of Ponchartrain

C
Em
F
C
C
G
C
'Twas on a bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu.
C
Em
F
C
C
F
I took the train from Jackson, my fortune to renew,
C
Em
F
C
F
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain,
C
Em
F
C
G
C
Which sent my heart a-longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain.
C
. .
Em
. .
F
. .
C
. .
C
. .
G
. .
C
. . | . . . I hopped on board of a railway car, beneath the morning sun, I rode the roads till the evening, then I laid me down again, All strangers there, no friends to me, till a dark girl towards me came, And I fell in love with a Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain. I said, "My pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good, if it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood". "You're welcome here kind stranger, our home is very plain. But we never turn a stranger out, on the lakes of Pontchartrain." She took me into her mammy's house, and treated me quite well, The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell. To try and paint her beauty, I'm sure 'twould be in vain, So handsome was my Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain. I asked her if she would marry me, she said that never can be, For she had got a lover, and he was far at sea. She swore that she'd be true to him and true she would remain. Till he returned to his Creole girl, on the banks of Pontchartrain. So fare thee well my pretty young girl, I never will see you no more, But I'll ne'er forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore. And at each social gathering a flowing glass I'll drain, And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl, on the banks of Pontchartrain.



Mary Of The Wild Moor

C
G
C
It was on one cold and windy nite,
C
D
G
When the wind blew across the wild moor.
C
G
C
F
'T was there Mary wandered alone with her child,
C
G
C
Csus4
C
Till she came to her own fathers door. Why did I leave this fair spot, Where once I was happy and free? For I'm now left alone in this cold world to roam And nobody cares about me Oh father take pity on me, Come down and open the door. For the child in my arms he will perish and die From the winds that blow across the wild moor. But the old man was deaf to her cries, Not a sound from her voice did he hear. And the watchdog did howl, and the village bells tolled, And the wind blew across the wild moor. Oh how the old man must have felt, When he came to the door the next morn, And he found Mary dead, but the child still alive, Still wrapped in her [!] dead mothers arms. In anguish he tore his grey hair. And his tears down his cheeks they did pour. When he saw how that nite she had perished and died. From the wind that blew across the wild moor. In grief the old man pined away, And the child to its mother went soon. And no one they say has [... him this day?]. And the cottage to ruin has gone. But the villagers point out the spot, Where the willows droop over the door. Saying there Mary died once a gay village bride, From the wind that blew across the wild moor.



Moonshiner

Capo IV
Am
C/g
F
C/g
Am
C/g
F
C/g
G7
I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years
Am
C/g
F
C/g
G7
I've spent all my money on whiskey an' beer
F
G
C/g
F
I go to some hollow and set up my still
Am
C/g
F
C/g
G7
And if whiskey don't kill me then I don't know what will I'd go to some bar room and drink with my friends Where the women can't follow an' see what I've spent God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine Their breath is as sweet as the dew on the vine Let me eat when I'm hungry, let me drink when I'm dry Hmm, dollars when I'm hard up, religion when I die The whole world's a bottle an' life's but a dram When a bottle gets empty, it sure ain't worth a damn



No More Auction Block

This is reportedly the melody that Dylan used for Blowin'_in_the_Wind.
This is most evident in the beginning of the verses and in the guitar
interlude. Played with fast strumming in a rather loose rhythm.
Capo V
Csus4 x33010
G6 322003 or 32200x
G7 323003 or 32300x
C/e xx2010
G/d xx0003
F
F
G
C
Csus4
C
Am
G
G6
G7
C
F
C
/b
Am
F
F
C/e
G/d
C
C
F
C
Am
G
G6
G7
No more auction block for me, no more, no more
C
F
C
Am
F
C/e
G/d
/e
/f
C
No more auction block for me, many thousand gone.
F
C/e
G/d
C
No more driver's lash for me, no more, no more No more driver's lash for me, many thousand gone. No more pint of salt for me, no more, no more No more pint of salt for me, many thousand gone. No more auction block for me, no more, no more No more auction block for me, many thousand gone



Polly Vaughn

Em
Am
All ye brave huntsmen who follow the gun
Em
B7
Beware of a-shooting at the setting of the sun
Em
Am
For her true love went a-huntin' and he shot in the dark
Em
B7
Em
But oh and alas Polly Vaughn was his mark.
G
B7
She had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
Em
B7
Em
Oh and alas - it was she, Polly Vaughn He ran up beside her when he found it was she His legs they grew weak and his eyes could not see He embraced her in his arms when he found she was dead And a fountain of tears for his true love he shed Oh, she had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan Oh and alas - it was she, Polly Vaughn He took her in his arms and home ran he Crying: "Father, dear father, I've shot fair Polly I've shot that fair female in the bloom of her life And I always intended to make her my wife She had her apron wrapped about her and I took her for a swan Oh and alas - it was she, Polly Vaughn" Midnight, in his chamber, Polly Vaughn did appear Crying: "Jimmy oh Jimmy you have nothing to fear Stay in your country till your trial comes on you shall not be convicted for what you have done For I had my apron wrapped about me and you took me for a swan But oh and alas - it was I, Polly Vaughn" In the midst of his trial Polly Vaughn did appear Crying: "Uncle dear Uncle Jimmy Randall must be cleared" The judge and the lawyers stood around in a row Polly Vaughn in the middle like a fountain of snow She had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn



Pretty Saro

G
C/g
G
Am
Down in some lone valley
D7
G
C/g
G
In a sad lonesome place
Am
Where the wild birds do warble
D
Their notes to increase
G
C/g
G
Farewell pretty Saro
Am
D
I bid you Adieu
Am
But I dream of pretty Saro
G
C/g
G
Wherever I go
Am
Well my love she won't have me
D
G
So I understand
Am
She wants a freeholder
D
Who owns a house and land
Am
I cannot maintain her
G
C/g
G
With silver and gold
Am
And all of the fine things
D
G
That a big house can hold
Am
If I was a poet
D7
G
C/g
G
And could write a fine hand
Am
I'd write my love a letter
D
That she'd understand
Am
And write it by the river
G
Where the waters overflow
Am
But I dream of pretty Saro
D
Wherever I go
D
G/b
: . . . : . . .
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||*-----3-3-----3-3-|-----------3-3---*||
||------2-2-----2-2-|-----------0-0----||
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||*-----------------|-----0h2---------*||
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G



Railroad Bill

This accompainment is fingerpicking, but not the more common, steady-thumb
variety. The alternating thumb is there, but played quite irregularly:
lots of thumbstrokes are left out, and the accent pattern is reversed,
so that the accented strokes are placed on usually unaccented beats,
which gives the syncopated feel to the piece. The ground pattern is what
is found in the second and third C-major chords in the first line.
It's a very neat way of combining a melody in the upper voice with a
syncopated rhythm in the lower (including the index-finger stroke
on the 3rd string in the bass line).
Another unusual feature is the mixture of fingerpicking and strumming,
especially in the F chord parts. The tab here is just an approximation.
C
. . . : . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
--------------|-----3-----------|-3---------3-----|-3---------1-----|-0---------------|
--------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
--------------|-----------0-----|-------0---------|-------0---------|-----------------|
--------------|--------(2)------|-------------2---|-------------2---|-----------------|
------0---2---|-3---3-------3---|-3---3-----------|-3---3-----------|-----------------|
-[3]----------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----3---2---1---|
E
F
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
|-----0-0---------|-------0---------|-----1-1---------|-------1---------|
|-----0-0---------|-----------0-----|-----1-1---1-----|-----------1-----|
|-----------1-----|-0h1-------------|-----2-2-----2---|-0h2-------------|
|-----------------|-------------2---|-0h3-------------|-----3-------3---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-0-----------0---|-----0---0-------|-----------------|-----------------|
C
G
C
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
|-------0---------|-------3---------|-0---------0-----|-0---------0-----||
|-----------1-----|-----------0-----|-----------------|-----------------||
|-0---------------|-----------------|-------0---------|-------0---------||
|-----------------|-----------------|-------------2---|-------------2---||
|-----3-------3---|-------------0---|-3---3-----------|-3---3-----------||
|-----------------|-3---3-----------|-----------------|-----------------||
C
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
|-3---------3-----|-3---------3-----|/5-----5---------|-3-----0---------|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------1-----|
|-------0---------|-------0---------|(0)--------0-----|-----------------|
|-------------2---|-------------2---|(4)----------4---|-----------------|
|-3---3-----------|-3---3-----------|/5---5-----------|-3---3-----------|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-------------0---|
E
F
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
|-------0---------|-------0---------|-----1-1---------|-----1-1---------|
|-----------------|-----------0-----|-----1-1---1-----|-1---1-1---1(1)--|
|-0h1-------1-----|-0h1-------------|-----2-2---------|(0h2)2-2--(2-2)--|
|-----------------|-------------2---|-0---------------|----------(3)3---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----3-------0---|-----------------|
|-----0---0---0---|-----0---0-------|-----------------|-----------------|
C
G
C
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
|-------0---------|------(3)--------|-0---------0-----|-0---------0-----||
|-----------1-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------||
|-0---------------|-----------0-----|-------0---------|-------0---------||
|-----------------|-------------0---|-------------2---|-------------2---||
|-----3-------3---|-----------------|-3---3-----------|-3---3-----------||
|-----------------|-3---3-----------|-----------------|-----------------||
C
Railroad Bill, he ain't so bad,
E
F
killed his mommy, shot a [round] in his dad
C
G
C
Ride old Railroad Bill. Railroad Bill took my wife. If I'd said a word, he'd have taken my life Ride old Railroad Bill. Railroad Bill he was comin' down the hill Lightin' cigars with a ten-dollar bill Ride old Railroad Bill Ten policemen, all dressed in black, coming out of nowhere, walking down the tracks, and they're looking for Railroad Bill Railroad Bill, comin' round the fence Robbin' a passenger train for 16 cents I'm gonna ride old Railroad Bill Railroad Bill got in a gamblin' game shot a man down, though he was to blame when you lose your mind, let it [turn?] loose He's down in a jailhouse singin' railer's blues Same old pants on your passenger shoes When you lose your mind, let it loose Railroad Bill he's a mighty bad man Shot the lantern from a brakeman's hand Just to see that man suffer pain. Ride, ride, ride, ride.
Additional verses from other versions
Early one morning, standing in the rain 'Round the curb come a long freight train Railroad Bill, a-comin' on soon Killed McMillen by the light of the moon Kill me a chicken, send me the wing, They think I'm working, lord, I ain't doin' a thing Kill me a chicken, send me the hip Think I'm workin', Lord, I'm laying in [deep] Got a great long pistol, 'bout as long as your arm, I'm gonna shoot everybody ever done me harm Got a .38 special on a .45 frame. How can I miss when I got dead aim Gonna drink my whisky, gonna drink it in the wind The doctor said it'd cure me, but he didn't say when Going up on the mountain, going out west. Thirty eight special sticking out of my vest. Honey honey, think I'm a fool. Think I would quit you when the weather is cool.
Self Portrait version
C
Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill
E
F
He never worked, and he never will,
C
G
C
And it's ride, ride, ride. Railroad Bill he was a mighty mean man He shot the midnight lantern out of the brakeman's hand And it's ride, ride, ride. Railroad Bill, you know he took a wife Said, if I didn't like it, he would take my life, I'm gonna ride, ride, ride. Goin' up the mountain, goin' out west 38 special stickin' out of my vest, I'm gonna ride, ride, ride. Find me a pistol just as long as my arm, And shoot anybody who does me any harm, I'm gonna ride, ride, ride. Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill He never worked, and he never will, Ride, ride, ride. Honey, honey, honey, think that I'm a fool? Think I would quit you when the weather is cool? Ride, ride, ride.



Roll On John

Played by Bob Dylan on Cynthia Gooding's Folksinger's Choice show.
Recorded Jan 13, broadcast March 11, 1962
Capo V
Tuning: DADF#AD (open D)
These are the basic figures that are played throughout the song. The
second string is always an alternative to the first; it adds flavour
to the G/b and A chords (but, as with all spices: add with caution):
D
G/b
: . . . : . . .
||-------0-------0-||-------0-------0-||
||-----------------||------(0)-----(0)||
||---0-------0-----||---1-------1-----||
||-----0-------0---||-----0-------0---||
||-----------------||-2-------2-------||
||-0-------0-------||-----------------||
G/b, alternative between verses A : . . . : . . .
||-------0----------|-------0-------0-||-------0-------0-||
||---0--------------|-----------------||------(0)-----(0)||
||-----------1--(p0)|--(0)------0-----||---1-------1-----||
||-----0-------0----|-----0-------0---||-----2-------2---||
||-2-------2--------|-----------------||-0-------0-------||
||------------------|-0-------0-------||-----------------||
Intro
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
|-----------------|-------0-------0-|------(0)------0-|-------0-------0-|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-------0-------0-|
|-----------------|---0-------0-----|---0-------0-----|---0-------0-----|
|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----0-----------|-----------------|
|-----------------|-----------------|-------------0---|-----0-------0---|
|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|
: . . . : . . . : . . .
|---------------0-|-------0-------0-|-----------------|---
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|---
|-----------0-----|---0-------0-----|-----------------|---
|-----------------|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|---
|-----0-------0---|-----------------|-----------------|---
|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|---
Roll...
D
Roll Roll Roll on John,
G/b
Don't you roll so slow
A
D
G/b
D
How can I roll when the wheels won't roll? I asked that girl, won't you be my wife? She fell on her knees,she began to cry. The more she cried, the worse I felt Till I thought my heart would melt. I looked at the sun was a-sinking low. I looked at my baby, she was a-walkin' down the road. I looked at the sun was a-turning red. I looked at my baby, but she bowed her head. Don't the sun look lonesome, oh lord lord lord, on the graveyard fence? Don't my baby look lonesome when her head is bent? Roll on John, don't you roll so slow. How can I roll when the wheels won't roll. Roll on John, don't you roll so slow. How can I roll when the wheels won't roll.



Silver Dagger

Song by Joan Baez and released on Live 1964
G
D7
G
Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother,
D
Em
she's sleeping here right by my side.
C
Am
And in her right hand a silver dagger
Em
G
D
she says that I can't be your bride. All men are false, says my mother, they'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies. The very next evening they'll court another, leave you alone to pine and sigh. My daddy is - a handsome devil, he's got a chain, five miles long. And on every link a heart does dangle of another maid he's loved and wronged. Go court another tender maiden, and hope that she will be your wife. For I've been warned, and I've decided to sleep alone all of my life.



Trail Of The Buffalo

In some verses the final Em is played as an Em9 (022032) or as Em7 (022030)
Em
C
Em
'Twas in the town of Jacksboro in the year of '73
Em
C
Em
When a well-known, famous drover came a-steppin' up to me
Em
C
G
C/g
G
/f#
Saying, How do you do, young cowboy, and how'd you like to go
Em
C
Em
And spend the summer pleasantly on the trail of the buffalo Me being out of work right then, to this drover I did say This going out on the buffalo range depends upon your pay But if you will pay good wages, transportation to and fro I think I might go with you all the way to the buffalo I will pay good wages, and transportation too If you'll agree to work for me until the season's through But if you do get homesick and try to run away Em9 You'll starve to death on the buffalo range and also lose your pay. With all this flattering talking, he signed up quite a train Some ten or twelve in number, some able-bodied men Our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road 'Til we reached old Boggy Creek in the range of the buffalo There our pleasures ended and our troubles they begun A lightning storm it hit us and it made the cattle run Got all full of stickers from the cactus that did grow Indians [/outlaws] waiting to pick us off from the hills of Mexico Our souls were cased in a buffalo [weed], and our hearts were cased in steel. The hardships on the prairie, they make your poor heart [real] couldn't drink the water, oh boys it was no [go(?)] of us on the buffalo range in the hills of the buffalo. Well, the working season ended but the drover would not pay He said "You boys went and drunk too much, you're all in debt to me" But the cowboys never did hear of such a thing as a bankrupt law So we left that drover's bones to bleach in the hills of the buffalo Now we crossed Pease River, and homeward we are bound No more on the buffalo range will we ever be found Go home to our wives and sweethearts and tell others not to go For God has forsaken the buffalo range and the damned old buffalo.



The Water Is Wide

G
C
G
The water is wide and I can't cross over
Em
D
Neither have I wings to fly
Bm
C
Build me a boat that can carry two
G
D
C
/b
/a
G
And both shall row my love and I There is a ship and it sails on the sea Loaded deep as deep can be But not as deep as the love I'm in I know not if I sink or swim I leaned my back up against an oak Thinkin' it was a trusty tree But first it bent and then it broke Just like my own false love to me Oh love is gentle, love is kind Gay as a jewel when first it's new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like some morning dew The water is wide and I can't cross over Neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall row my love and I



Wild Mountain Thyme

C
Oh the summertime is coming
F
C
And the leaves are sweetly blooming
F
C
And the wild mountain thyme
Dm
F
Blooms around the purple heather.
C
F
C
Will you go, lassie, go? If my true love she won't go, I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme From all around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go?
F
C
And we'll all go together
F
C
To pull wild mountain thyme
Dm
F
From all around the purple heather.
C
F
C
Will you go, lassie, go. I will build my love a tower At the foot of yonder mountain And then on it I will put All the flowers of the mountain Will you go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme From all around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go?
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Isle of Wight version (1969)
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G
Oh the summertime is a-coming
C
/b
/a
G
And the leaves are sweetly blooming
C
/b
/a
G
And the wild mountain thyme
C
/b
/a
/g
C
/b
/a
Blooms around the purple heather.
G
C
/b
/a
G
Will you go, lassie, go?
C
/b
/a
G
And we'll all go together
C
/b
/a
G
To pull wild mountain thyme
C
/b
/a
/g
C
/b
/a
From all around the purple heather.
G
C
/b
/a
G
Will you go, lassie, go? If my true love she won't go, You know, I'll surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme From all around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go? I will build my love a tower At the foot of the fountain And then on it I will put All the flowers of the mountain Will you go, lassie, go? Oh, the springtime is a-coming and the wee birds are sweetly singing And the wild mountain thyme blooms around the purple heather will you go, lassie, go?