Bob Dylan : Another Side Of Bob Dylan

Capo:

II

Harp:

G

[or

A

with capo] (straight)

C/d xx0553

G/d xx0433

C/g 3x2013

G*/d xxx430 (or occasionally xx0430)

D7* xxx210 (or xx0210)

G

C/d

G/d

D

G

I ain't lookin' to compete with you

C/g

G

D7

G

Beat or cheat or mistreat you

C/d

G/d

D

G

Simplify you, classify you

C/g

G

D7

G

Deny, defy or crucify you

G*/d

D7*

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G*/d

D7*

)

G

C/g

G*/d

All I really want to do

D7*

G

C/g

Is, baby, be friends with you

G

C/g

G

C/g

G

D7

G

C/g

G

No, and I ain't lookin' 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 really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up Analyze you, categorize you Finalize you or advertise you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to straight-face you Race or chase you, track or trace you Or disgrace you or displace you Or define you or confine you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to meet your kin Make you spin or do you in Or select you or dissect you Or inspect you or reject you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to fake you out Take or shake or forsake you out I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me See like me or be like me All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you

Harp:

C

(cross)

Very similar to the outtake Denise, Denise.

D11 xx0010

Intro (incl. G-riff) C-riff:

G

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D

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C

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G

C7

G

I woke in the mornin', wanderin', worried and worn out

C7

G

I woke in the mornin', wanderin', weary and worn out

D

Wishin' my long-lost lover will walk to me, talk to me

D11

G

D

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 much 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, sleeping 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

C/d xx0553 G/d xx0433

C/a x00553 G* xxx330

D riff $1

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D riff $2

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G

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D7

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C/g

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Intro

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G

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G

C

G

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem

C

G

Cannot hold you to its heat

C

G

Your temperature's too hot for taming

C

G

Your flaming feet a-burnin' up the street

C/d

G/d

C/d

G

I am homeless, come and take me

C/d

G/d

C/a

D

To the reach of your rattling drums

C

G

C

D

$1

G

Let me know, babe, all about my fortune

C

D

$2

G

Down along my restless palms Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed I have fallen far beneath Your pearly eyes, so fast and slashing And your flashing diamond teeth The night is pitch black, come and make my Pale face fit into place, ah, please! Let me know, babe, I am nearly drowning If it's you my lifelines trace I been wonderin' all about me Ever since I seen you there On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding I know I'm round you but I don't know where You have slayed me, you have made me I got to laugh halfways off my heels I got to know, babe, will you surround me So I can know if I'm really real

Harp:

G

(straight)

G/d xx0433

C/d xx0553

C/g 3x2013

G/d

D

G/d

C/d

G

Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll

G/d

C/d

G/d

D

G

C/g

G

We ducked inside the doorway as thunder went crashing

G/d

D

G/d

C/d

G

As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds

G/d

C/d

G/d

D

G

C/g

G

Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

D

G

C/g

G

Flashing for the warriors, whose strength is not to fight

C

G

Am

D

Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight

G

D

G

C

And for each and every underdog soldier in the night

G

C

D

G

C/g

G

And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Through the city's 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, the abandoned and forsaked Tolling for the outcast burning constantly at stake And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Through the mad, mystic hammering of the wild, ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging 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 the 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 the disrobed faceless forms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts All down in taken-for-granted situations Tolling for the deaf and blind, tolling for the mute For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute For the misdemeanor outlaw, chained and cheated by pursuit And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the 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-eyed and laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours 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 ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For 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

Harp:

G

(straight)

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D

Em

D

Em

D

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G

C

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D

G

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G

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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 |

D

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G

C

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D

Em

D

Em

D

| I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee-fi-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 Wow-wee! pretty scary! Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree I want everybody to be free But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater Move in next door and marry 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

Harp:

C

(straight)

C

Ramona, come closer

G

G6

G7

Shut softly your watery eyes

G7

The pangs of your sadness will pass

C

Csus4

C

As your senses will rise

F

The flowers of the city

G

G6

G7

Though breath-like, get death-like sometimes

G7

And there's no use in tryin' to deal with the dyin'

C

Though I cannot explain that in lines Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss As to be by 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 exist It's all just a dream, babe, a vacuum, a scheme, babe That sucks you into feelin' like this I can see that your head Has been twisted and fed With worthless foam from the mouth I can tell you are torn between staying And returning back to the South You've been fooled into thinking That the finishin' end is at hand Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you 'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling 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 They would turn into a meaningless ring For deep in my heart I know there is 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 cryin' to you

This figure is played whereever there is a

G

:

G

C/g

Gsus4

G

C/g

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G

I pounded on a farmhouse, lookin' for a place to stay

G

I was mighty, mighty tired, I had come a long, long way

C

I said, "Hey, hey, in there, is there anybody home?

G

I was standin' on the steps, feelin' most alone

D

When out comes a farmer, he must have thought that I was nuts

G

He immediately looked at me and stuck a gun into my guts I fell down to my bended knees Saying, "I dig farmers, don't shoot me please" He cocked his rifle and began to shout "Are you that travelin' 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 been to college too" Then in comes his daughter whose name was Rita She looked like she stepped out of La Dolce Vita I immediately 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 you're 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 sleepin' like a rat when I heard something jerkin' There stood Rita lookin' 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 sayin', "What's that I heard you say?" I said, "I like Fidel Castro! I think you heard me right" And I ducked as he swung at me with all his might Rita mumbled something 'bout her mother on the hill As his fist hit the icebox he said he's going to kill Me If I don't get out of the door in two seconds flat "Your 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 blast in his garden flowers Rita said, "Come back" as he started to load The sun was comin' up and I was runnin' 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 in a motel He still waits for me, constant, on the sly He wants to turn me in to the FBI Me, I romp and stomp, thankful as I romp

G

C

G

Without freedom of speech I might be in the swamp

Capo:

III

G

* :

G

(320003) ->

G6

(322003) ->

G7

(323003)

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

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Em

)

G*

Using ideas as my maps

Am

Em

"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I

C

F

G

Proud 'neath heated brow

C

Am

F

C

Ah, but I was so much older then

F

G*

C

I'm younger than that now Half-cracked 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 Girls' faces formed the forward path From phony jealousy To memorizing politics Of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists Unthought of, thought, 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 existence 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 guard 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

Capo:

II

Harp:

F

[or

G

with capo] (cross)

C/g xxx053 G 320003

G7* xxx031 G6 322003

C x32010 G7 323003

Csus4 x33010

C/g

G7*

C/g

G7*

I can't understand, she let go of my hand

C/g

G7*

C

Csus4

C

And left me here facing the wall

C/g

G7*

C/g

G7*

I'd sure like to know why she did go

C/g

G7*

C

Csus4

C

But I can't get close to her at all

Am

Em

Though we kissed through the wild blazing night-time

F

G

G6

G7

She said she would never forget

C/g

G7*

C/g

G7*

But now morning is clear, it's like I ain't here

C/g

G7

C

She acts like we never met It's all new 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 dreamin' yet? I wish she'd unlock her voice once and talk 'Stead of acting like we never met If she ain't feelin' well, then why don't she tell 'Stead of turnin' her back to my face Without any doubt, she seems too far out For me to return to or chase Though her skirt it swayed as the guitar played Her mouth was watery and wet But now something has changed, for she ain't the same She just acts like we never have met If I didn't have to guess, I'd gladly confess To anything I might've tried If I was with her too long, or have done something wrong I wish she'd tell me what it is, I'll run and hide Though the night ran swirling and whirling I remember her whispering yet But evidently she don't, evidently she won't She just acts like we never have met I'm leavin' 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 have 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 have met"

Capo:

II

(sounding key

D

)

Harp:

F

[or

G

with capo] (cross)

G 320003 C/g 332010

G6 322003 Bb/d xx0331 (sometimes x00331)

G7 323003

G

G7

C

Am

C/g

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F

C

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G

G7

C

Am

C/g

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F

)

C

I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze

C

Am

Bb/d

F

With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn

C

Am

C/g

(

F

)

C

I courted her proudly, but now she is gone

C

/g

G7

C

G

G6

G7

Gone as the season she's taken In a young summer's youth, I stole her away From her mother and sister, though close did they stay Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us Of the two sisters, I loved the young

Am

C/g

F

With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone By the jealousy of others around her For her parasite sister, I had no respect

C

Am

C/g

F

Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect Countless visions of the other she'd reflect As a crutch for her scenes and her society Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused The changes I was going through can't even be used For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime

C

Am

C/g

F

C

With unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped Noticing not that I'd already slipped To a sin of love's false security

C

Am

F

C

From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies Till the tombstones of damage read me no question but, "Please What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?" And so it did happen, like it could have been foreseen

C

Am

Bb

F

The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream At the peak of the night, the king and the queen Tumbled all down into pieces

C

Am

F

C

"The tragic figure" her sister did shout "Leave her alone, God damn you, get out"

C

Am

(

Dm

)

F

C

And I in my armor, turning about And nailing her in the ruins of her pettiness Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound Her sister and I in a screaming battleground And she in between, the victim of sound Soon shattered as a child to the shadows

C

Am

C

All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight I gagged in contradiction, tears blinding my sight My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night Leaving all of love's ashes behind me

C

Am

F

C

The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet

C

Am

F

C

I think of her often and hope whoever she's met Will be fully aware of how precious she is

C

Am

F

C

Am

Bb/d

F

C

Am

C/g

F

C

G

G6

G7

C

G

G6

G7

Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me

C

Em

F

"How good, how good does it feel to be free?" And I answer them most mysteriously "Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"

Am

C/g

F

C

G

G6

G7

C

Harp:

G

D* x54030 (C-shape)

Bm7* xx4030

G

C/g

G

D*

C

Go 'way from my window

D*

G

Leave at your own chosen speed

D*

C

I'm not the one you want, babe

D*

G

I'm not the one you need

Bm7*

Am7

You say you're lookin' for someone

Bm7*

Am7

Who's never weak but always strong

Bm7*

Am

To protect you and defend you

Bm7*

Am

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 lookin' 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 lookin' 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 lookin' for, babe Go melt back in the night 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 lover for you life and nothing more! But it ain't me, babe No, no, no, it ain't me, babe It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe

Bob Dylan : Another Side Of Bob Dylan
1964

All I Really Want To Do

Black Crow Blues

Spanish Harlem Incident

Chimes Of Freedom

I Shall Be Free No. 10

To Ramona

Motorpsycho Nightmare

My Back Pages

I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)

Ballad In Plain D

It Ain't Me, Babe

Bob Dylan : Another Side Of Bob Dylan 1964

All I Really Want To Do

Black Crow Blues

Spanish Harlem Incident

Chimes Of Freedom

I Shall Be Free No. 10

To Ramona

Motorpsycho Nightmare

My Back Pages

I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)

Ballad In Plain D

It Ain't Me, Babe

Bob Dylan : Another Side Of Bob Dylan
1964