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Bob Dylan : Infidels
1983

  1. Jokerman
    +2
  2. Sweetheart Like You
  3. Neighborhood Bully
  4. Licence To Kill

  5. Man Of Peace
  6. Union Sundown
  7. I And I
  8. Don't Fall Apart On Me Tonight

Jokerman

Capo:
I
Harp:
D
[or
Eb
with capo] (cross)
A x07650 E/a x06450
Amaj7 x06650 A/g# 4x2220
Bm/a x04432 A/c# x42220
A
Amaj7
Standing on the waters casting your bread
Bm/a
E/a
A
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
A
Amaj7
Distant ships sailing into the mist
Bm/a
E/a
A
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Bm
E
A
Freedom just around the corner for you
Bm
E
A
D
But with truth so far off, what good will it do?
E
D
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
A
/g#
F#m
D
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
A/c#
D
E
A
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman So swiftly the sun sets in the sky You rise up and say goodbye to no one Fools rush in where angels fear to tread Both of their futures so full of dread, you don't show one Shedding off one more layer of skin Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune... You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah, but what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune... Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space Half asleep 'neath the stars with a small dog licking your face Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune... Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune... It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat Take the motherless children off the street And place them at the feet of a harlot Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune...

Sweetheart Like You

Capo:
IV
C
C
Am
Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
Am
G
F
He gone North for a while
C
Am
They say that vanity got the best of him
Am
G
F
But he sure left here in style
Am
Dm
By the way, that's a cute hat
Am
Dm
And that smile's so hard to resist
C
G/b
Am
/g
F
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this? You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you She wanted a whole man, not just a half She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child You kind of remind me of her when you laugh In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear It's done with a flick of the wrist What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this? You know, a woman like you should be at home That's where you belong Taking care of somebody nice Who don't know how to do you wrong Just how much abuse will you be able to take? Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
G
You know you can make a name for yourself
Am
You can hear them tires squeal
F
You could be known as the most beautiful woman
Dm
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal You know, news of you has come down the line Even before you came in the door They say in your father's house, there's many mansions Each one of them got a fireproof floor Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this? Got to be an important person to be in here, honey Got to have done some evil deed Got to have your own harem when you come in the door Got to play your harp until your lips bleed They say that patriotism is the last refuge To which a scoundrel clings Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king There's only one step down from here, baby It's called the land of permanent bliss What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

Neighborhood Bully

E
D
A
E
Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man
D
A
E
His enemies say he's on their land
G
D
A
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
A
E
G
D
He got no place to escape to, no place to run
A
D
A
D
A
D
A
He's the neighborhood bully The neighborhood bully just lives to survive He's criticized and condemned for being alive He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in He's the neighborhood bully The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land He's wandered the earth an exiled man Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn He's always on trial for just being born He's the neighborhood bully Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized Old women condemned him, said he should apologize Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad The bombs were meant for him, he was supposed to feel bad He's the neighborhood bully Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him 'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac He's the neighborhood bully He got no allies to really speak of What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side He's the neighborhood bully Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly, to hurt one they would weep They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep He's the neighborhood bully Every empire that's enslaved him is gone Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand In bed with nobody, under no one's command He's the neighborhood bully Now his holiest books have been trampled upon No contract he signed was worth what it was written on He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health He's the neighborhood bully What's anybody indebted to him for? Nothin', they say, he just likes to cause war Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed He's the neighborhood bully What has he done to wear so many scars? Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars? Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill Running out the clock, time standing still Neighborhood bully

Licence To Kill

Capo:
VI
Harp:
C
[or
Gb
with capo] (straight)
C
Am
G
C
Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
C
Am
G
And if things don't change soon, he will
F
C
Oh, man has invented his doom
F
First step was touching the moon
Am
/g
F
Am
/g
F
Now, there's a woman on my block
Am
/g
F
Am
/g
F
She just sit there as the night grows still
C
G
C
Csus4
C
She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill Then they bury him with stars Sell his body like they do used cars Now, there's a woman on my block She just sit there facin' the hill She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill All he believes are his eyes And his eyes, they just tell him lies But there's a woman on my block Sitting there in a cold chill She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Am
You may be a noisemaker, spirit maker
C
Heartbreaker, backbreaker
Dm
C
Leave no stone unturned
Am
May be an actor in a plot
C
That might be all that you got
Dm
G
'Til your error you clearly learn Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled Oh, man is opposed to fair play He wants it all and he wants it his way Now, there's a woman on my block She just sit there as the night grows still She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Man Of Peace

Harp:
Eb
(cross)
Bb
Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch The band is playing "Dixie," a man got his hand outstretched
Eb
Bb
Could be the Fuhrer, could be the local priest
F
Bb
You know sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace He got a sweet gift of gab, he got a harmonious tongue He knows every song of love that ever has been sung Good intentions can be evil, both hands can be full of grease You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Well, first he's in the background, then he's in the front Both eyes are looking like they're on a rabbit hunt Nobody can see through him, no, not even the Chief of Police You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Well, he catch you when you're hoping for a glimpse of the sun Catch you when your troubles feel like they weigh a ton He could be standing next to you, the person that you'd notice least I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull I can smell something cooking, I can tell there's going to be a feast You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace He's a great humanitarian, he's a great philanthropist He knows just where to touch you, honey, and how you like to be kissed He'll put both his arms around you, you can feel the tender touch of the beast You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Well, the howling wolf will howl tonight, the king snake will crawl Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall Wanna get married? Do it now! Tomorrow all activity will cease You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace Somewhere Mama's weeping for her blue-eyed boy She's holding them little white shoes and that little broken toy And he's following a star, the same one them three men followed from the East I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace

Union Sundown

A
G
Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore
A
My flash-light's from Taiwan
A
G
My tablecloth's from Malaysia
A
My belt buckle's from the Amazon You know, this shirt I wear comes from the Philippines And the car I drive is a Chevrolet It was put together down in Argentina By a guy makin' thirty cents a day
D
A
Well, it's sundown on the union
D
A
And what's made in the USA
D
A
Sure was a good idea
D
E
A
'Til greed got in the way Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong And the pearls are from Japan Well, the dog collar's from India And the flower pot's from Pakistan All the furniture, it says "Made in Brazil" Where a woman, she slaved for sure Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve You know, that's a lot of money to her Well, it's sundown on the union And what's made in the USA Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way Well, you know, lots of people complainin' that there is no work I say, "Why you say that for When nothin' you got is US-made?" They don't make nothin' here no more You know, capitalism is above the law It say, "It don't count unless it sells" When it costs too much to build it at home You just build it cheaper someplace else Well, it's sundown on the union And what's made in the USA Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way Well, the job that you used to have They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador The unions are big business, friend And they're goin' out like a dinosaur They used to grow food in Kansas Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw I can see the day coming when even your home garden Is gonna be against the law Well, it's sundown on the union And what's made in the USA Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way Democracy don't rule the world You'd better get that in your head This world is ruled by violence But I guess that's better left unsaid From Broadway to the Milky Way That's a lot of territory indeed And a man's gonna do what he has to do When he's got a hungry mouth to feed Well, it's sundown on the union And what's made in the USA Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way

I And I

Am
C
G
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed
D
Am
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams
Am
C
G
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
D
Am
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams
Am
I and I
G
D
Am
In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives
Am
I and I
G
D
Am
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives Think I'll go out and go for a walk Not much happenin' here, nothin' ever does Besides, if she wakes up now, she'll just want me to talk I got nothin' to say, 'specially about whatever was I and I... Took an untrodden path once, where the swift don't win the race It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth I and I... Outside of two men on a train platform there's nobody in sight They're waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track The world could come to an end tonight, but that's all right She should still be there sleepin' when I get back I and I... Noontime, and I'm still pushin' myself along the road, the darkest part Into the narrow lanes, I can't stumble or stay put Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart I've made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot I and I...

Don't Fall Apart On Me Tonight

Harp:
F
(cross)
|
C
G/b
|
Fmaj7
|
x4
C
G/b
F
Just a minute before you leave, girl Just a minute before you touch the door What is it that you're trying to achieve, girl? Do you think we can talk about it some more?
Dm
(
Am
) You know, the streets are filled with vipers
Dm
(
Am
) Who've lost all ray of hope
C/g
You know, it ain't even safe no more
G
In the palace of the Pope
C
G/b
F
Don't fall apart on me tonight I just don't think that I could handle it Don't fall apart on me tonight
Dm
Em
Yesterday's just a memory
F
C/g
Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be
G
F/g
And I need you, yeah Come over here from over there, girl Sit down here. You can have my chair I can't see us goin' anywhere, girl The only place open is a thousand miles away and I can't take you there I wish I'd have been a doctor Maybe I'd have saved some life that had been lost Maybe I'd have done some good in the world 'Stead of burning every bridge I crossed Don't fall apart on me tonight I just don't think that I could handle it Don't fall apart on me tonight Yesterday's just a memory Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be And I need you, oh, yeah I ain't too good at conversation, girl So you might not know exactly how I feel But if I could, I'd bring you to the mountaintop, girl And build you a house made out of stainless steel But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting That's hanging in the Louvre My throat start to tickle and my nose itches But I know that I can't move Don't fall apart on me tonight I just don't think that I could handle it Don't fall apart on me tonight Yesterday's gone but the past lives on Tomorrow's just one step beyond And I need you, oh, yeah
Bb
F
Who are these people who are walking towards you?
C
Do you know them or will there be a fight?
Bb
F
With their humorless smiles so easy to see through
C
Can they tell you what's wrong from what's right?
F
C
Do you remember St. James Street
F
C
Where you blew Jackie P's mind?
F
C
You were so fine, Clark Gable would have fell at your feet
Bb
F
G11
G
And laid his life on the line Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl No more booby traps and bombs No more decadence and charm No more affection that's misplaced, girl No more mudcake creatures lying in your arms What about that millionaire with the drumsticks in his pants? He looked so baffled and so bewildered When he played and we didn't dance Don't fall apart on me tonight I just don't think that I could handle it Don't fall apart on me tonight Yesterday's just a memory Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be And I need you, yeah