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Bob Dylan : Dylan
1973


  1. Lily Of The West
  2. Can't Help Falling In Love
  3. Sarah Jane
  4. The Ballad Of Ira Hayes

  5. Mr Bojangles
  6. Mary Ann
  7. Big Yellow Taxi
  8. A Fool Such As I
    1
  9. Spanish Is The Loving Tongue
    1

Lily Of The West

<Trad; Roud 957>
Harp:
C
(4th position)
Am
C
G
F
Am
When first I came to Louisville, some pleasure there to find
Am
C
G
F
Am
A damsel there from Lexington was pleasing to my mind
F
G
Am
/g
Am
Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips, like arrows pierced my breast
Am
C
G
F
Am
The name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West
I courted lovely Flora, some pleasure for to find But she turned unto another man, which sore distressed my mind She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me of my rest Then go, my lovely Flora, the Lily of the West 'Way down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree Conversing with my Flora there, which seemed so strange to me And the answer that she gave to him, it sore did me oppress I was betrayed by Flora, the Lily of the West I stepped up to my rival, dagger in my hand I seized him by the collar, and boldly made him stand Being mad by desperation, I pierced him through the breast All this for lovely Flora, the Lily of the West I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea They placed me in the witness box, and then commenced on me Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest Still I love my faithless Flora, the Lily of the West


Can't Help Falling In Love

<Elvis Presley>
Harp:
A
(cross harp)
E 076454 B 799877
E/d# 066454 D#7 668686
C#m/b 746454 G#m/b 764444
E
/d#
C#m
/b
A
G#m
F#m
B7
Wise men say only fools rush in
A
B6
C#m
A
G#m
F#m
E
B
E
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay, will it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?
D#7
G#m
D#7
G#m
D#7
Like a river flows surely to the sea
G#m
D#7
G#m
F#m
B7
Darling, so it goes, some things were meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you


Sarah Jane

<Trad; Roud 10052>
G
/f#
Em
/d
C
/b
Am
D
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la
G
I've got a wife and five little children
I'm gonna take a trip on the big McMillan
Em
With Sarah Jane
Bm
Am
Sarah Jane
C
G
Ain't nothin' to do
G
/f#
Em
But to sit down and sing
/d
C
D
G
And rock about my Sarah Jane
Whistle done blows and the fiddler squalls Captain gone through the hole-in-the-wall Oh Sarah Jane Sarah Jane Ain't nothin' to do But to set down and sing And rock about my Sarah Jane Yankee built boats to shoot them Rebels My gun's steady gonna hold it level Sarah Jane Sarah Jane Ain't nothin' to do But to set down and sing And rock about my Sarah Jane I've got a wife and five little children I'm gonna take a trip on the big McMillan Sarah Jane Sarah Jane Ain't nothin' to do But to set down and sing And rock about my Sarah Jane


The Ballad Of Ira Hayes

<Peter LaFarge>
G
C
/b
Am
Gather round me, people, and a story I will tell
D
G
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
C
/b
Am
From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band
D
G
They farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed Till the white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed Now Ira's folks were hungry, and their farms grew crops of weeds But when war came, he volunteered and forgot the white man's greed
G
/f#
G7/f
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
C
/b
Am
He won't answer anymore
D
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
C/g
G
Or the Marine who went to war
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes... They started up Iwo Jima hill, two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down that hill again And when the fight was over and Old Glory raised One of the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian Or the Marine who went to war Call him drunken Ira Hayes... Now, Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand But he was just a Pima Indian - no money, no crops, no chance And at home nobody cared what Ira had done, and when do the Indians dance? Call him drunken Ira Hayes... Call him drunken Ira Hayes... Then Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he'd fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes... Call him drunken Ira Hayes... Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes But his land is still as dry And his ghost is lying thirsty In the ditch where Ira died Call him drunken Ira Hayes...


Mr Bojangles

<Jerry Jeff Walker>
C
/b
Am
/g
I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
F
G
In worn out shoes
C
/b
Am
/g
The silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
F
G
That old soft shoe
F
C
E
Am
C/g
He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high
D7/f#
G
C/g
G7
Then he'd lightly touch down
Am
Em
Mister Bojangles
Am
Em
Mister Bojangles
C
/b
Am
/g
F
G
Dance
I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life Laughed and slapped his leg a step He said the name Bojangles then he danced a lick All across the cell He grabbed his pants for a better stance Oh he jumped so high and clicked his heels He let go laugh, he let go laugh Shook back his clothes all around He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the south Spoke with tears of fifteen years How his dog and him Had just travelled all about And his dog up and died, he up and died And after twenty years he still grieves He said I dance now at every chance in honky-tonks For drinks and tips But most of the time I spend behind these county bars 'Cause I drinks a bit He shook his head, and then he shook his head I heard someone ask him: "Please"


Mary Ann

<Trad; Roud 4438>
G
C/g
G
C/g
G
C/g
G
C/g
Oh fare thee well my own true love
G
D
Fare thee well but for a while
G
C/g
G
/f#
Em
The ship is waitin' and the wind blows high
G
C/g
G
C/g
And I am bound away for the sea
G
Mary Ann
C/g
G
C/g
G
C/g
G
C/g
(I am bound away for the sea, Mary Ann)
Ten thousand miles away from home Ten thousand miles or more The sea may freeze and the earth may burn If I never no more return to you Mary Ann Oh don't you see that crow fly high She'll surely turn to white If ever I prove false to you Let the day turn to night, my dear Mary Ann Oh, if I had a flask of gin and sugar here for two And a great big bowl for to mix it in I'd pour a drink for you, my dear Mary Ann Yes I'd pour a drink for you, my dear Mary Ann


Big Yellow Taxi

<Joni Mitchell>
G
C
G
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot
D
G
A pink hotel, a boutique and a swingin' hot spot
Bm
Don't it always go to show
C
G
You never know what you got till it's gone
C
D
C
D
G
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot
They took all the trees, they put them in a tree museum They charged the people a dollar and a half just to see 'em Don't it always go to show You never know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot Hey farmer, farmer put away that DDT Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always go to show You never know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot Late last night I heard my screen door slam A big yellow bulldozer took away the house and land Don't it always go to show You never know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot


A Fool Such As I

<Bill Trader>
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G
D
G
Now and then, there's a fool such as I
G
B7
C
G
Pardon me if I'm sentimental, when we say goodbye
G
E
A
D7#9
Don't be angry, don't be angry with me, should I cry
G
B7
C
G
When you're gone I will dream a little dream as years go by
D
G
Now and then, there's a fool, a fool such as I
C
G
Now and then there's a fool such as I am over you
A
D
D+
You taught me how to love and now you say that we are through
G
B7
C
G
I am a fool, but I love you dear, yes I will until the day I die
D
G
Now and then there's a fool such as I
Pardon me, pardon me if I'm sentimental when we say goodbye Don't be angry, don't be angry with me, should I cry When you're gone, when you're gone, I will dream a little I will dream as years go by Now and then, now and then, there's a fool, a fool such as I Now and then there's a fool, a fool such as I am over you You taught me how to love and now you say that we are through I am a fool, yes but I love you dear I will love you dear, until the day, until the day I die Now and then, now and then there's a fool, a fool such as I Now and then, there's a fool, a fool such as I
G
D
C7
G
Now an' then, there's a fool such as I


Spanish Is The Loving Tongue

<Billy Simon/Charles Badger Clark>
Capo:
VI
(sounding key:
Db
)
Bob has also played this in
F
(Basement Tapes),
C
(Dylan) and
G
(BOTT outtake).
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Bm
C
G
Spanish is the loving tongue
G
Bm
C
D
Soft as music, light as spray
G
Bm
C
G
'Twas a girl I learned it from
G
Bm
C
D
G
Living down Sonora way
G
Bm
C
G
I don't look much like a lover
G
Bm
C
D
Still I hear her love words over
G
Bm
C
G
Mostly when I'm all alone!
C
G
D
G
Mi amor, mi corazon
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D
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C
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G
| On the nights that I would ride She would listen for my spurs Throw that big door open wide
G
Bm
D
C
G
Raise those laughing eyes of hers
Oh, how the night would go a-flyin' All too soon I would hear her sighin' In her sweet and quiet tone Mi amor, mi corazon Haven't seen her since that night I can't cross the line, you know They want me for a gambling fight Like as not, it's better so Still I've always kind of missed her Since that last sad night I kissed her I left her heart, I broke my own Adios, mi corazon |
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Bm
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D
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