Chordproc: Bob Dylan : Self Portrait

Bob Dylan : Self Portrait


  1. All The Tired Horses
  2. Alberta
  3. I Forgot More Than You'll Ever Know
  4. Days Of 49
  5. Early Morning Rain
  6. In Search Of Little Sadie
  7. Let It Be Me
  8. Little Sadie
  9. Belle Isle
  10. Livin The Blues
  11. Copper Kettle
  12. Gotta Travel On
  13. Blue Moon
  14. The Boxer
  15. Take Me As I Am (Or Let Me Go)
  16. Take A Message To Mary
  17. It Hurts Me Too
  18. Minstrel Boy

All The Tired Horses

C
Am
All the tired horses in the sun
Em
G
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done?
C
Am
Hmm
Emsus4
G
Hmm. Hmm



Alberta

The only difference between the two versions is that in Alberta #1 the second
chord of the verses is D, whereas in Alberta #2 it's C, and that #1 is in
triple time and #2 in duple.
G
C/g
G
x2
Em
D
G
C/g
G
Alberta let your hair hang low
C
G
C/g
G
Alberta let your hair hang low
C
G
I'll give you more gold
G
/f#
Em
Than your apron can hold
G
D
G
C/g
G
If you'd only let your hair hang low
1 verse instrumental between verses
Alberta what's on your mind Alberta what's on your mind You keep me worried and bothered All of the time Alberta what's on your mind Alberta don't you treat me unkind Alberta don't you treat me unkind Oh my heart is so sad Cause I want you so bad Alberta don't you treat me unkind Alberta let your hair hang low Alberta let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold Than your apron can hold If you'll only let your hair hang low



I Forgot More Than You'll Ever Know

The D7 at the end of the bridge starts out as a D9 (xx0210 or x54550)
G
C
G
D
C
I forgot more than you'll ever know about her . : . . :
C G/b Am G . -------|-------------------|--------
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G
You think you know
D
The smile on her lips The thrill an' the touch
G
Of her fingertips
C
G
D
C
C
G/b
Am
G
But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her You think you'll find A heaven of bliss In each caress In each tender kiss But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her
C
You stole her love from me one day
G
You didn't care how it hurt me
A7
But you can never steal away
D7
Memories of what used to be You think she's yours To have and to hold Someday you'll learn When her love grows cold But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her



Days Of 49

Am
G
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore
Am
G
Am
In the good old golden days
G
They call me a bummer and a gin sot, too
Am
G
Am
But what cares I for praise
C
Am
I wander around from town to town
C
Am
Just like a roving sign
C
Am
And all the people all say "There goes Tom Moore
G
Am
In the days of '49
F
C
In the days of old, in the days of gold
F
C
How oftentimes I repine
F
C
For the days of old when we dug up the gold
Am
In the days of '49 Our comrades they all loved me well Jolly saucy crew A few hard cases I will recall Though they all were brave and true Whatever the pick, they never would flinch They never would fret or whine
F
C
Like good old bricks,they stood the kicks
Am
In the Days of 49 There was New York Jake, the butcher's boy He was always getting tight And every time that he'd get full He was sporting for a fight Then Jake rampaged against a knife In the hands of old Bob Sign And over Jake they held a wake In the days of 49
Am
G
There was Poker Bill, one of the boys
Am
G
Who was always in a game
Am
G
Whether he lost or whether he won
Am
G
Am
To him it was always the same He would ante up and draw his cards And would go a hatfull blind In a game with death Bill lost his breath In the days of 49 [oh my goodness!] There was ragshag Bill from Buffalo I never will forget He would roar all day, and he'd roar all night And I guess he's roaring yet One day he fell in a prospect hole In a roaring bad design And in that hole, he roared out his soul In the days of 49 Oh the comrades all that I've had There's none thats left to boast And I'm left alone in my misery Like some old poor wandering ghost And I pass by from town to town They call me the ramblin' sign There goes Tom Moore of bummer's shore In the days of 49
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There was poor old Jess, the old lame cuss He never would relent Her never was known to miss a drink Or ever spend a cent At length old Jess like all the rest Who never would decline In all his bloom went up the flume In the days of '49



Early Morning Rain

C
G
C
G
C
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
Dm
G
C
And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
Dm
G
C
I'm a long way from home and I miss my love one so
G
C
In the early morning rain with nowhere to go
G
C
Out on runway number nine big 707 set to go I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow The liquor tasted good and the women all are fast There she goes my friend, she's rolling down at last
G
C
Dm
G
C
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines She'll be flying over my home in about three hours' time
G
C
Dm
G
C
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground cold and drunk as I might be You can't hop a jetplane like you can a freight train
Dm
G
C
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain



In Search Of Little Sadie

G
A
G
G
Went out last night just to take a little round
F#
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down
G#
I ran right home and I went to bed
A
With a forty-four smokeless under my head
A
I began to think what a deed I'd done I grabbed my hat and I began to run I made a god run but I ran too slow
Bb
They overtook me down in Jericho
F
Standing on a corner I's ringin' my bell
F#
Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville
G
G#
He says 'Young man is your name Brown?
C#m
Remember you blowed Sadie down"
from this point there is some kind of regular rhythm
C#m
"Oh yes sir, my name is Lee
G#m
I murdered little Sadie in the first degree
F#m
First degree and second degree
Bm
F#
If you've got any papers will you serve them to me?"
D
A
Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black
G
D
They put me on a train and they sent me back
A
I had no one for to go my bail
G
D
|:
Dsus4
D
Dsus2
D
:| They crammed me back into the county jail Oh, yes they did
C
Now, the judge and the jury they took their stand
F
Fm
The judge had the papers in his right hand
C
Am
Forty-one days, forty-one nights
F
Fm
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes Oh, no!
C
Am
Went out last night to take a little round
Em
G7
I met little Sadie and I blowed her down
C
Em
I ran right home and I went to bed
F
Dm
Fm
C
A forty-four smokeless under my head



Let It Be Me

G11 = 3x3211 or 333211
G6 = 32000
C
G11
C
G/b
I bless the day I found you
Am
G6
I want my arms around you
F
C/e
And so I beg you
Dm
G11
C
Let it be me
G11
. .
G6
Don't take this heaven from me If you must cling to someone Now and forever Let it be me
F
Em
Each time we meet love
F
C
I find complete love
F
C
Without your sweet love
F
E7
What would life be ? So never leave me lonely Tell me that you love me only And say you'll always Let it be me
Instrumental bridge
So never leave me lonely Tell me you love me only An' say you'll always Let it be me



Little Sadie

A
Went out last night to take a little round
G
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down
A
I ran right home and I went to bed
G
A
With a forty-four smokeless under my head I began to think what a deed I'd done I grabbed my hat and away I run I made a god run but I run too slow They overtook me down in Jericho Standing on a corner ringin' my bell Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville He said "Young man is you name Brown? Remember the night you blowed Little Sadie down" "Oh, yes sir, my name is Lee I murdered little Sadie in the first degree First degree and second degree If you've got any papers will you serve them to me?" Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black They put me on a train and they brought me back I had no one for to go my bail They crammed me back into the county jail The judge and the jury they took their stand The judge had the papers in his hand Forty-one days, forty-one nights Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes
Instrumental verse
E7
E7
A



Belle Isle

G7sus4 xx3013
C/e xx2013
C
C
One evenin' for pleasure
F
C
G
C
I rambled to view the fair fields all alone
C
F
Down by the banks of Loch Erin
G
C
Where beauty an' pleasure were known
Am
Em
I spied a fair maid at her labor
Am
G
Which caused me to stay for a while
C
Am
Em
An' I thought of a goddess of beauty
F
Fm
C
Bloomin' bright star of Bright Isle
C
Am
Em
I humbled myself to her beauty
F
G
C
"Fair maiden where do you belong?
C
Am
Em
Are you from heaven descended
Dm
G7
Abidin' in Cupid's fair throne"
Am
Em
"Young man I will tell you a secret
Am
Em
It's true I'm a maid that is poor
C
Am
And to part from my vows and my promise
F
Fm
Is more that my heart can endure
C
Em/b
Am
Therefore I'll remain at my service
Em
G
And go through all my hardship and toil
C
Em/b
Am
And wait for the lad that has left me
F
G
C
All alone on the banks of Belle Isle"
C
.
Am
.
Em
. . .
G
.
G7sus4
.
C/e
.
G
.
C
Am
Em
"Young maiden I wish not to banter
F
G
C
'T'is true I've come here in disguise
C
Em/b
Am
I came here to fulfill our last promise
Dm
G
An' hoped to give you a surprise
Am
G
I own you're a maid I love dearly
Am
Em
G
An' you've been in my heart all the while
C
Em/b
Am
For me there is no other damsel
F
G
C
Than my bloomin' bright star of Belle Isle"
C
.
Am
. |
Em
. . . |
F
. . . |
Fm
. . .
C
.
Em/b
. |
Am
. . . |
F
.
G
. |
C
. . .



Livin The Blues

C
Bb
G
F
Eb
C
G7
C
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|-8-6---3-1---|-------------| |----3--3--2--|-1-------|--------|-0---------------
|-8-6---3-1---|-4-1---------| |----5--5--4--|-3-------|--------|-1---------------
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C
Since you've been gone
F
I've been walking around
C
G
C
With my head bowed down to my shoes
G7
I've been living the blues
C
Every night without you
G
/g
/a
/b
I don't have to go far To know where you are Strangers all give me the news I've been living the blues Every night without you
F
I think that it's best I soon get some rest
C
G
C
And forget my pride
D
But I can't deny This feeling that I
G
F
Dm
Em
.
Am
. . .
F
.
/a
/b
Carry for you deep down inside If you see me this way You'd come back and you'd stay Oh, how could you refuse I've been living the blues Every night without you



Copper Kettle

The figure in the first lines is (probably) embellished like:
G
Am7
: . . .
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G
Am7
G
Am7
G
Am7
G
Am7
Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil
G
Am7
G
Am7
C
/b
Am
Fill it with new-made corn mash and never more you'll toil
C
G
You'll just lay there by the juniper
C
G
While the moon is bright
C
/b
Am
Watch them jugs a-filling
C(maj7)
G
In the pale moonlight
G
Am7
G
Am7
G
Am7
G
Am7
Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak
G
Am7
G
Am7
C
Don't use no green or rotten wood; they'll get you by the smoke
G
C
You'll just lay there by the juniper
G
C
While the moon is bright
G
C
Watch them jugs a-filling
G
In the pale moonlight
G
Am7
G
Am7
G
Am7
G
Am7
My daddy, he made whiskey; my granddaddy, he did too G Am7 G Am7 ^Am C We ain't paid no whiskey tax since 1792
G
C
You'll just lay there by the juniper
G
C
While the moon is bright
G
C
Watch them jugs a-filling
G
In the pale moonlight
C
G
In the pale moonlight



Gotta Travel On

A
Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long
D
A
Summer's almost gone, winter's coming on
A
F#m
Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long
C
D
A
And it seems like I've got to travel on
C
D
A
And it seems like I've got to travel on
A
Papa writes to Johnny. Johnny can't come home
D
A
Johnny can't come home. Johnny can't come home
A
F#m
Papa writes to Johnny. Johnny can't come home
D
A
Johnny's been out on the road too long Done laid around, done stayed around... That chilly wind will soon begin and I'll be on my way Going home to stay, going home to stay That chilly wind will soon begin and I'll be on my way And I feel like I just want to travel on Done laid around, done stayed around... There's a lonesome freight at 6:08 coming through the town I'll be homeward bound, I'll be homeward bound There's a lonesome freight at 6:08 coming through the town And I feel like I just want to travel on Done laid around, done stayed around...



Blue Moon

C
C
Am
Blue moon you saw me standing alone
Dm
G
C
Am
Without a dream in my heart
Dm
G
C
Am
Dm
G
Without a love of my own Blue moon you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for
Dm
G
C
Am
Then suddenly there appeared before me
Dm
G
C
The only one my arms could ever hold
Fm
Bb
Eb
I heard someone whisper, "Please adore me"
G
D
G
And when I looked my moon had turned to gold Blue moon now I am no longer alone Without a dream in may heart Without a love of my own Without a love of my own



The Boxer

C
I'm just a poor boy
Am
Though my story's seldom told
G
I have squandered my resistance
F
For a pocketful of mumbles
C
Such are promises
Am
All lies and jest
G
F
Still a man hears What he wants to hear
C
And disregard the rest
G
C
La-la la, la-la la-la la-la la When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station Running scared Laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places Only they would know
Am
Lay-la lay
G
Lay-la lay-lay lay-la lay
Am
Lay-la lay
F
G
C
Lay-la lay-lay lay-la lay-lay lay-la lay Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores On seventh avenue I do declare There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going on Where the New York city winters Aren't bleeding me
Am
Leading me
G
Going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down And cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame "I'm leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains



Take Me As I Am (Or Let Me Go)

F
|
G
. . . | . .
/a
/b
|
C
. . . | .
/g
/a
/b
|
C
F
Why must you always try to make me over
G7
C
G7
Take me as I am or let me go
C
C7
F
White lilies never grow on stalks of clover
G7
C
F
C
/c
/b
/a
Take me as I am or let me go
G7
C
You're tryin' to reshape me in a mold love
D7
F
G
In the image of someone you used to know
C
/b
C7/bb
F
But I won't be a stand-in for an old love
G7
C
F
C
Take me as I am or let me go. [let me go] You tried to change me ever since you've met me Take me as I am or let me go If you can't overlook my faults, forget me Take me as I am or let me go You're tryin' to reshape me in a mold love In the image of someone you used to know But I won't be a stand-in for an old love Take me as I am or let me go



Take A Message To Mary

C
Em
These are the words of a frontier lad
Am
G
Who lost his love when he turned bad
C
.
G
. |
F
.
C
. |
Am
. . . | . . . . |
C
.
G
. |
C
. . .
C
Take a message to Mary
F
G
C
But don't tell her where I am Take a message to Mary
F
G
C
But don't say I'm in a jam
Am
Em
You can tell her that I had to see the world
Am
D
G
Tell her that my ship set sail
C
G
F
C
You can say she'd better not wait for me
Am
/g
Am
But don't tell her I'm in jail
C
G
C
Oh don't tell her I'm in jail Take a message to Mary But don't tell her what I've done Please don't mention the stagecoach An' the shot from a careless gun You can tell her that I changed my plans An' cancel out the weddin' day But don't mention my lonely cell Where I'm gonna pine away Until my dyin' day Take a message to Mary But don't tell all you know My heart is achin' for Mary Lord knows I miss her so Just tell her that I went to Timbuktu Tell that I'm searchin' for gold You can say she'd better find someone new To cherish an' to hold Oh Lord, this cell is cold



It Hurts Me Too

C
C7
So run here baby, put your little hands in mine
F
Fm
I got something to tell you, I know you're gonna change your mind
C
A7
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
Ab
C
it hurts me too I want you babe just to understand I don't wanna be your boss babe, I just wanna be your man When things go wrong, so wrong with you It hurts me too Now when you go home, you don't have to get along Come back to me babe, where I live that's where you belong When things go wrong, so wrong with you It hurts me too I love you babe an' you know that it's true I wouldn't mistreat you baby, nothin' in this world is like you When things go wrong, so wrong with you, it hurts me too Yes when things go wrong, so wrong with you It hurts me too So run here baby, put your little hand in mine I got something to tell you, I know that will change your mind When things go wrong, so wrong with you Don't you know it, don't you know it hurts me too



Minstrel Boy

The last line could be played with F - Em - Dm - C as well.
C
F6
G11
C
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
F
C
Who's gonna let it roll?
C
Em
F6
G11
C
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
F
C
G7
C
Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
F
C
F
C
Oh, Lucky's drivin' a long, long time
F
C
G
And now he's stuck on top of the hill
F
C
F
C
With twelve forward gears, it's been a long hard climb
F
C
G
And with all of them ladies, though, he's lonely still Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it roll? Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul? Well, he deep in number and heavy in toil Mighty Mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load Beneath his bound'ries, what more can I tell With all of his travelin', but I'm still on that road Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it roll? Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?