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Bob Dylan : Bob Dylan
1962

  1. You're No Good
  2. Talkin' New York
  3. In My Time Of Dyin'
    1
  4. Man Of Constant Sorrow
  5. Fixin' To Die
  6. Pretty Peggy-O
  7. Highway 51 Blues

  8. Gospel Plow
  9. Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
  10. House Of The Rising Sun
    1
  11. Freight Train Blues
  12. Song To Woody
  13. See That My Grave Is Kept Clean

You're No Good

<Jesse Fuller>
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A7
Well, I don't know why I love you like I do
D7
G
C
Nobody in the world can get along with you
C
F
C
/b
/bb
A7
You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den
D7
G
C
I come home last night you wouldn't even let me in
E
F
Oh sometimes you're as sweet as anybody want to be
D7
G
Oh when you get the crazy notion of jumping all over me
C
F
C
/b
/bb
A7
Well, you give me the blues, I guess you're satisfied
D7
G
C
When you give me the blues I wanna lay down and die
Harp:
C
(cross harp, since the solo is played in
G
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| | I helped you when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama I helped you when you had no food to eat Now you're that kind of woman that just don't understand You're taking all my money and give it to another man Well, you're that kind of woman makes a man lose his brains You're that kind of woman drives me insane Well, you give me the blues, I guess you're satisfied
D7
G
C
/b
/bb
A7
You give me the blues, I wanna lay down and die
D7
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C
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C
You give me the blues, I wanna lay down and die

Talkin' New York

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Rambling out of the wild west
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Leaving the towns I love the best
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C
Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
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. 'Til I come into New York town
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People going down to the ground
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Buildings going up to the sky
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Wintertime in New York town The wind blowing snow around Walk around with nowhere to go Somebody could freeze right to the bone I froze right to the bone New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years I didn't feel so cold then I swung on to my old guitar Grabbed hold of a subway car And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride I landed up on the downtown side Greenwich Village I walked down there and ended up In one of them coffee-houses on the block Got on the stage to sing and play Man there said: "Come back some other day You sound like a hillbilly We want folksingers here Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day I blowed inside out and upside down The man there said he loved my sound He was raving about he loved my sound Dollar a day's worth After weeks and weeks of hanging around I finally got a job in New York town In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joined the Union and paid my dues Now, a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen It don't take too long to find out Just what he was talking about A lot of people don't have much food on their table But they got a lot of forks and knives And they gotta cut something So one morning when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York town Pulled my cap down over my eyes And heated out for the western skies So long New York Howdy, East Orange

In My Time Of Dyin'

<Trad>
Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D)
Capo:
IV
D
Well, in my time of dyin'
A(vii)
Don't want nobody to mourn
D
G(v)
F(iii)
D
All I want for you to do
F
D
Is take my body home (
D
)
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G
D
Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy
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G
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Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up
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D
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Well, meet me Jesus, meet me Meet me in the middle of the air If these wings should fail to me Lord, won't you meet me with another pair? Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Lord, in my time of dyin' Don't want nobody to cry All I want you to do Is take me when I die Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Man Of Constant Sorrow

<Trad; Roud 499>
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D/a
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C
I am a man of constant sorrow
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D/a
I've seen trouble all my days
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C
I'll say goodbye to Colorado
D
G
Where I was born and partly raised Your mother says I'm a stranger My face you'll never see no more But there's one promise, darling I'll see you on God's golden shore Through this open world I'm about to ramble Through ice and snows, sleet and rain I'm about to ride that morning railroad Perhaps I'll die on that train I'm going back to Colorado The place that I started from If I had known how bad you'd treat me honey I never would have come

Fixin' To Die

<Bukka White>
Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
Prominent bass fills:
D
D/c
D/b
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B|-Riff1----Riff2----Riff3----Riff4-|
G|----------------------------------|
D|-------------0--------------------|
A|----------3b-------0h3------0h2---|
D|--5s0-----------------------------|
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Riff1
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Riff2
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Riff2
x2
Feelin' funny in my mind Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die Feelin' funny in my mind Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die Well I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin' Well look over yonder, to that buryin' ground Look over yonder, to that buryin' ground Sure seems lonesome, Lord when the sun goes down Feelin' funny in my eyes Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die Feelin' funny in my eyes Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die Well I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin' Well there's black smoke risin' Lord, it's risin' up above my head Up above my head Well there's black smoke risin' Lord, it's risin' up above my head Can tell Jesus, "Make up my dyin' bed" Well I'm walkin' kinda funny Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die Fixin' to die Yes I'm walkin' kinda funny Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die Fixin' to die, fixin' to die Well I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'

Pretty Peggy-O

<Trad; Roud 545>
"I've been around this whole country But I never yet found Fennario!"
G
Well, as we marched down, as we marched down
D
Well, as we marched down to Fennario
G
C
Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
D
G
The name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O Well, what will your mother say, what will your mother say What will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O What will your mother say to know you're going away You're never, never, never coming back-io? Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O Come a-running down your stairs Combing back your yellow hair You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O The lieutenant he has gone, long gone He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo Well, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead Our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O Well, our captain he is dead, died for a maid He's buried somewhere in Louisiana-o

Highway 51 Blues

<Curtis Jones>
Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D)
Capo:
II
D 000000
G 020120
A x02100
Riff (over every
D
chord) Lick at ends of verses
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|-0--------|-3---0-5---0-3----| |-3---0-----------|-----|
|-0--------|-3---0-5---0-3----| |---------3p0-----|-----|
|-0--------|-3---0-5---0-3----| |-------------3---|--0--|
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Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door
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D
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door
A
If I don't get the girl I'm loving
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Won't go down to Highway 51 no more Well, I know that highway like I know my hand Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand Running from up Wisconsin Way down to no man's land Well, if I should die before my time should come And if I should die before my time should come Won't you bury my body Out on the Highway 51 Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door If I don't get the girl I'm loving Won't go down to Highway 51 no more

Gospel Plow

<Trad; Roud 10075>
Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
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Mary wore three links of chain
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Every link was Jesus name
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Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on
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Oh Lord, oh Lord
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A
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Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on Mary, Mark and Luke and John All these prophets so good and gone Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on Oh Lord, oh Lord Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on I never been to heaven, but I've been told Streets up there are line with gold Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on Oh Lord, oh Lord Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on Dig my grave with a bloody spade See that my digger gets well paid Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on Oh Lord, oh Lord Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on That gospel line gets mighty hot But just hang on with all you got Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on Oh Lord, oh Lord Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on When I get to the glory land Gonna play in the glory land Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on Oh Lord, oh Lord Keep a-your hand on that plow, hold on

Baby, Let Me Follow You Down

<Trad>
Capo:
II
Harp:
C
(cross harp)
Eb/g 3xx343 C/e 000553
G/b 7xx787 D/f# 200232
D/a 5xx775 C/g 332010
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I first heard this from Ric von Schmidt
He lives in Cambridge
Ric is a blues guitar player
I met him one day in the green pastures of Harvard University
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Baby let me follow you down
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Baby let me follow you down
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D/a
C/e
D/f#
Well I'll do anything in this god-almighty world
C/g
D/f#
G
If you just let me follow you down Can I come home with you? Baby can I come home with you? Yes I'll do anything in this god-almighty world If you just let me come home with you Baby let me follow you down Baby let me follow you down Well I'll do anything in this god-almighty world If you just let me follow you down Yes I'll do anything in this god-almighty world If you just let me follow you down
Additional verses from Witmark demo
I'll buy you a diamond ring I'll buy you a wedding gown Yes I'll do anything in this god-almighty world If you just let me follow you down I just want you to understand Baby please understand Well I'll do anything in this god-almighty world If you just let me be your man
Additional verses from Live 1966
I'll buy you a broken twine Honey, just for you to climb I'll do anything in this god-almighty world If you just once drive me out of my mind I'll buy you a serpent skirt I'll buy you a velvet shirt I'll buy you a gun that squirts I'll do anything in this god-almighty world If you just don't make me hurt

House Of The Rising Sun

<Trad; Roud 6393>
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There is a house down in New Orleans
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They call the rising sun
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And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
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And me, oh God, I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time when he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk He fills his glasses up to the brim And he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is rambling from town to town Oh tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the rising sun Well with one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going back to end my life Down in the rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one

Freight Train Blues

<Trad>
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I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack
G
C
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
C
Freight train was it taught me how to cry
G
C
Hummin' of the driver was my lullaby I got the freight train blues
D
G
Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes
C
F
And when the whistle blows I gotta go baby, don't you know
C
G
C
Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues Well, my daddy was a fireman and my old ma here She was the only daughter of an engineer My sweetheart loved a brakeman and it ain't no joke It's a shame the way she keeps a good man broke I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes And when the whistle blows I gotta go oh mama, don't you know Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues Well, the only thing that makes me laugh again Is a southbound whistle on a southbound train Every place I wanna go I never can go, because you know I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes

Song To Woody

Capo:
II
G
D/f#
G
I'm out here a thousand miles from my home
C
G/b
D/a
G
Walking a road other men have gone down
G
/d
/e
C
G
I'm seeing your world of people and things
G
/b
(
D/a
)
G
Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song About a funny old world that's coming along Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn It looks like it's dying and it's hardly been born Hey Woody Guthrie but I know that you know All the things that I'm saying and a many times more I'm singing you this song but I can't sing enough 'Cause there's not many men that've done the things that you've done Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too And to all the good people that travelled with you Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men That come with the dust and are gone with the wind I'm leaving tomorrow but I could leave today Somewhere down the road someday The very last thing that I'd want to do Is to say I've been hitting some hard travelling too

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean

<Blind Lemon Jefferson>
Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
|---2-2-(etc)----|----------------|----------------|----
|---3-3----------|----------------|----------------|----
|---2-3----------|----------------|----------------|----
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|-0--------------|---------0--\3--|-0--\3---0------|----
D
/c
/b
D
(
/c
/d
) Well there's one kind favor I'll ask of you
D
/c
/b
D
(
/c
/d
) Well there's one kind favor I'll ask of you
D
/c
/b
(
D
) (
/c
/d
) There's just one kind favor I'll ask of you
D
D/c
/b
D
You can see that my grave is kept clean And there's two white horses following me And there's two white horses following me I got two white horses following me Waiting on my burying ground Did you ever hear that coffin sound? Did you ever hear that coffin sound? Did you ever hear that coffin sound? Means another poor boy is underground Did you ever hear them church bells tone? Have you ever hear that church bells tone? Did you ever hear them church bells tone? Means another poor boy is dead and gone And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold Now I believe what the bible told There's just one last favor I'll ask of you And there's one last favor I'll ask of you There's just one last favor I'll ask of you See that my grave is kept clean