Bob Dylan : Misc 1960s

Capo:

I

G

/e

/d

Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more

D

/f#

G

Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more

D

/f#

G

And ain't a-gonna grieve no more Come on brother, join the band Come on sisters, clap your hands Tell everybody in every land I ain't a-gonna grieve no more You know, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more Ain't a-gonna grieve no more Brown and blue and white and black We're one color on the one-way track We got this far and ain't a-goin' back And ain't a-gonna grieve no more And I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more I ain't a-gonna grieve no more We're gonna notify your next of kin You're gonna raise the roof 'til the house falls in You can knock us down, we'll get up again We ain't a-gonna grieve no more We ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more We ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more We ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more We ain't a-gonna grieve no more We'll sing this song all night long Sing it to my baby from midnight on She'll sing it to you when I'm dead and gone Ain't a-gonna grieve no more Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more Ain't a-gonna grieve, I ain't a-gonna grieve I ain't a-gonna grieve no more

"Let's just put this one down for kicks"

G

/f#

/f

E

Well, if I had to do it all over again

A

D

G

Babe, I'd do it all over you

G

/f#

/f

E

And if I had to wait for ten thousand years

A

D

Babe, I'd even do that too

B7

Em

Well, a dog's got his bone in the alley

B7

Em

A cat, she's got nine lives

A

A millionaire's got a million dollars

D(7)

King Saud's got four hundred wives

C

D

G

Well, everybody's got somethin'

G

/f#

/f

C/e

That they're lookin' forward to

C

G

/f#

/f

E

I'm lookin' forward to when I can do it all again

A

D

G

And babe, I'll do it all over you Well, if I had my way tomorrow or today Babe, I'd run circles all around I'd jump up in the wind, do a somersault and spin I'd even dance a jig on the ground Well, everybody gets their hour Everybody gets their time Little David when he picked up his pebbles Even Sampson after he went blind Well, everybody gets the chance To do what they want to do When my time arrives you better run for your life 'Cause babe, I'll do it all over you Well, I don't need no money, I just need a day that's sunny Baby, and my days are gonna come And I grab me a pint, you know that I'm a giant When you hear me yellin', "Fee-fi-fo-fum" Well, you cut me like a jigsaw puzzle You made me to a walkin' wreck Then you pushed my heart through my backbone Then you knocked off my head from my neck Well, if I'm ever standin' steady A-doin' what I want to do Well, I tell you little lover that you better run for cover 'Cause babe, I'll do it all over you I'm just restin' at your gate so that I won't be late And, momma, I'm a-just sittin' on the shelf Look out your window fair and you'll see me squattin' there Just a-fumblin' and a-mumblin' to myself Well, after my cigarette's been smoked up After all my liquor's been drunk After my dreams are dreamed out After all my thoughts have been thunk Well, after I do some of these things I'm gonna do what I have to do And I tell you on the side, that you better run and hide 'Cause babe, I'll do it all over you

Harp:

G

(straight)

B7/f# 22120x

G

Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home

C

G

And sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan

B7/f#

C/g

And sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna hit the highway road

G

D

G

C

But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said

G

D

G

Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you Sometimes I'm in the mood, Lord, I had my overflowin' fill Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna make out my final will Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna head for the walkin' hill But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna lay right down and die Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna climb up to the sky Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna laugh until I cry But then again, I said again, I said again, I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna sleep in my pony's stall Sometimes I'm in the mood, I ain't gonna do nothin' at all Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna fly like a cannon ball But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna back up against the wall Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna run till I have to crawl Sometimes I'm in the mood, I ain't gonna do nothin' at all But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna change my house around Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna make a change in this here town Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna change the world around But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you

Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D)

Capo:

VII

Same interlude figure also appears in "Standing On The Highway", from the same session.

G 020100

D7 000330

D

G

D

G

D

Sad I'm sittin' on the railroad track

G

D

Watchin' that old smokestack

G

D

D7

D

Train is a-leavin' but it won't be back

D7

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D

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Years ago we hung around Watchin' trains roll through the town Now that train is a-graveyard bound Where we go up in that North Country Lakes and streams and mines so free I had no better friend than he Something happened to him that day I thought I heard a stranger say I hung my head and stole away A diesel truck was rollin' slow Pullin' down a heavy load It left him on a Utah road They carried him back to his home town His mother cried, his sister moaned Listin' to them church bells tone

Capo:

I

C

F

G7

C

My name is Donald White, you see, I stand before you all

C

F

C

G7

I was judged by you a murderer and the hangman's knot must fall

C

F

C

F

I will die upon the gallows pole when the moon is shining clear

C

F

G7

C

And these are my final words that you will ever hear I left my home in Kansas When I was very young I landed in the old Northwest Seattle, Washington Although I'd a-traveled many miles, I never made a friend For I could never get along in life with people that I met If I had some education to give me a decent start I might have been a doctor or a master in the arts But I used my hands for stealing when I was very young And they locked me down in jailhouse cells, that's how my life begun Oh, the inmates and the prisoners, I found they were my kind And it was there inside the bars I found my peace of mind But the jails they were too crowded, institutions overflowed So they turned me loose to walk upon life's hurried tangled road And there's danger on the ocean, where the salt sea waves split high And there's danger on the battlefield, where the shells of bullets fly And there's danger in this open world, where men strive to be free And for me the greatest danger was in society So I asked them to send me back to the institution home But they said they were too crowded, for me they had no room I got down on my knees and begged, "Oh, please put me away" But they would not listen to my plea or nothing I would say And so it was on Christmas Eve in the year of '59 It was on that night I killed a man, I did not try to hide The jury found me guilty and I won't disagree For I knew that it would happen if I wasn't put away And I'm glad I've had no parents to care for me or cry For now they will never know the horrible death I die And I'm also glad I've had no friends to see me in disgrace For they'll never see that hangman's hood wrap around my face Farewell unto the Old North Woods of which I used to roam Farewell unto the crowded bars of which have been my home Farewell to all you people who think the worst of me I guess you'll feel much better when I'm on that hanging tree But there's just one question before they kill me dead I'm wondering just how much to you I really said Concerning all the boys that come down a road like me Are they enemies or victims of your society?

C

C7

Tenderly William kissed his wife

F

D7/f#

Then he opened her head with a butcher's knife

C

G

Am

F

And the swan on the river went gliding by

C

G

C

The swan on the river went gliding by

G

Lady Margaret's pillow was wet with tears Nobody's been on it in twenty years And the swan on the river goes gliding by The swan on the river goes gliding by Little Billy Brown will shake with fright He's got a new daddy and mommy every night And the swan on the river goes laughing by The swan on the river goes laughing by "I've got a sad surprise" the doctor said "A twenty-pound baby without any head" The swan on the river went lookin' ...

B7

I was sittin' on a stump down in New Orleans

E

(

A

)

E

I was feelin' kinda low down, dirty and mean Along came a fella and he didn't even ask He says, "I know of a woman who can fix you up fast" Well, I didn't think twice, I just said like I should "Let's go find this lady that can do me some good" We walked across rampard on a sailin' spree And we came to a door called one-oh-three I was just about ready to give my little knock When out comes a fella who couldn't even walk He's linkin' and a-slinkin', couldn't stand on his feet And he moaned and he groaned and he shuffled down the street Well, out of the door there come another man He couldn't even talk and he couldn't even stand He moaned and he groaned and he shuffled his feet And he slid slidin' backwards down Rampart Street Well, I peeked through the key hole, and comin' down the hall Was a long-legged man who could hardly crawl He had a terrible mean look in his eye Like he just fought a bear and he was ready to die Well, somebody yells with his hair all messed Fell out of the window, and he failed the test Well, he slid and he slunk in broken French And he looked like he'd been through a monkey wrench Well, by this time I was a-scared to knock I was a-scared to move, I's in a state of shock I hummed a little tune and I shuffled my feet And I started walkin' backwards down that Rampart street Well, I got to the corner, I tried my best to smile I turned around the corner and I ran a bloody mile Man, I wasn't runnin' for to meet my wife I's a just a-runnin' for to save my life Well, I's coughing in my ears and wheezin' in my chest I must've run a mile in a minute or less I tripped on a log and I flumped on a stump I caught a fast freight with a one-arm jump So, if you're travelin' down the Louisiana way And you're feelin' kinda lonesome and you need a place to stay Man, you're better off in your misery Than to tackle that lady at one-oh-three

G

. .

Em

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G

.

C

|

G

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Em/b

.

G

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C

|

G

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Em/b

.

G

C

. |

G

...

"Here's one, I can write you out the verses to this later,

I can't really remember this right now,

I'll write you out the verses to it."

G

C

Well I'm bound to lose, bound to win

G

C

D

G

Bound to walk to the road again

G

C

Bound to lose, bound to win

C

D

G

/e

/g

Bound for a-walkin' to the road again

G

Em

Well, I'm just one of them ramblin' men

C

D

G

Ramblin' since I don't know when

G

C

Here I come, and I'm a-gone again

/b

D/a

G

You might think I got no end

G

Em

Bound to lose, I'm bound to win

G

C

D

G

I'm bound for a-walkin' to the road again

G

Em

Bound to lose, I'm bound to win

G

C

G

Bound for a-walkin' to the road again

G

C/g

G

C/g

D

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks

Am

G

Preoccupied with his vengeance

G

Bm

Am

D

Cursing the dead that can't answer him back

Am

C

You know that he has no intentions

D

Of looking your way, unless it's to say

Am

C

D

(

Dsus2/f#

) That he needs you to test his inventions

G

C

D

Oh, crawl out your window

G

C

D

Come on, don't say it will ruin you

G

C

D

Come on, don't say he will haunt you

G

C

D

You can go back to him any time you want to

G

C

D

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels? Trying to peel the moon and expose it With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel If he needs a third eye he just grows it He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk Or pick it up after he throws it Oh, crawl out your window... Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed? Are You frightened of the box you keep him in? While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange Their religion of the little tin women That backs up their views but your face is so bruised Come on out, the dark is beginning Oh, crawl out your window...

Capo:

VI

Recorded Mar-1963 at the Broadside sessions

The melody is based on Trail of the Buffalo/Hills of Mexico/Diamond Joe.

F

is usually played as an

Fadd9

: 133011,

or even

Fmaj9

: 133010 (in both cases w/thumb).

The

Am

"thing": The

F

"thing"

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Am

F

Am

Come gather round me people, and a story I will tell

F

Am

About a night not long ago, you all remember well

F

Am

I tell it to you straight and true, I tell it like friend

F

Am

All about the fearful night, we thought the world would end I was walkin' down the sidewalk not causin' any harm The radio reported, it sounded with alarm The Russian ships were sailin' all out across the sea We all feared by daybreak it would be World War Number Three I was worried about an argument I had the day before Over some small matter, I'm sure it was nothin' more But just a day ago, how it wrinkled up my brow The same thing today seems so unimportant now

Am

. . .

C/g

.

D/f#

.

F

.

Am

.

E

.

Am

. . .

Am

C/g

D/f#

F

'Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago

Am

C/g

D/f#

E

When a young boy from Chicago town walked in a Southern door

Am

C/g

D/f#

F

This boy's frightful tragedy you should all remember well

Am

C/g

E

Am

The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up They said they had a reason, but I disremember what They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst the blood-red rain And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie He was a black-skinned boy, so he was born to die And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind I saw the morning papers but I could not bear To see the smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free While Emmett's body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains and your blood it must cease to flow For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low! This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Klu-Klux Klan But if all us folks that thinks alike, if we'd give all we could give We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live

Piano outtake from Another Side. Very similar to Black Crow Blues.

G

C

G

Denise, Denise, gal, what's on your mind?

C

G

Denise, Denise, gal, what's on your mind?

D

G

You got your eyes closed, baby, but I know that you ain't blind Well, I can see you're smilin', but whoa your mouth is inside out I can see you're smilin', but you're smilin' inside out Well I know you're laughing, but what are you laughing about? Well, if you're tryin' to throw me, babe I've already been tossed If you're tryin' to throw me, babe I've already been tossed If you're tryin' to lose me, baby I'm already lost Well, what are you doin', are you fine or have you flipped? Oh, what are you doin', have you fine or have you flipped? Well, you call my name and then say your tongue just slipped Denise, Denise, are you for sale or just on the shelf? Denise, Denise, are you for sale or just on the shelf? I'm looking deep in your eyes, babe, but all I can see is myself.

G

C

G

Well, it's all up from Florida at the start of the spring

Dsus4

The trucks and the trailers will be winding

G

C

G

Like a bullet we'll shoot for the carnival route

G

D

G

C/g

G

We're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling From the Michigan mud past the Wisconsin sun 'Cross that Minnesota border, keep 'em scrambling Through the clear county lakes and lumberjack lands We're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling Hit Fargo on the jump and down to Aberdeen 'Cross them old Black Hills, keep 'em rolling Through the cow country towns and the sands of old Montana We're following them fairgrounds a-calling As the white line on the highway sails under your wheels I've gazed from the trailer window laughing Oh, our clothes they was torn but the colors they was bright Following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling It's a-many a friend that follows the bend The jugglers, the hustlers, the gamblers Well, I've spent my time with the fortune-telling kind Following them fairgrounds a-calling Oh, it's pound down the rails and it's tie down the tents Get that canvas flag a-flying Well, let the caterpillars spin, let the ferris wheel wind Following them fairgrounds a-calling Well, it's roll into town straight to the fairgrounds Just behind the posters that are hanging And it's fill up every space with a different kind of face Following them fairgrounds a-calling Get the dancing girls in front, get the gambling show behind Hear that old music box a-banging Hear them kids, faces, smiles, up and down the midway aisles Following them fairgrounds a-calling It's a-drag it down by the deadline in the town Hit the old highway by the morning And it's ride yourself blind for the next town on time Following them fairgrounds a-calling As the harmonicas whined in the lonesome night-time Drinking red wine as we're rolling Many a turnin' I turn, many a lesson I learn From following them fairgrounds a-calling And it's roll back down to St Petersburg Tie down the trailers and camp 'em And the money that we made will pay for the space From following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling

E6 022120

A

E6

A

I sang the song slowly as she stood in the shadows

D/f#

E6

A

She stepped to the light as my silver strings spun

A

E

D

A

She called with her eyes to the tune I's a-playin'

A

Asus4

E6

But the song it was long and I'd only begun

A

Asus4

A

Asus2

A

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Through a bullet of light her face was reflectin' The fast fading words that rolled from my tongue With a long-distance look her eyes was on fire But the song it was long and there was more to be sung My eyes danced a circle across her clear outline With her head tilted sideways she called me again As the tune drifted out she breathed hard through the echo But the song it was long and it was far to the end I glanced at my guitar and played it pretendin' That of all the eyes out there I could see none As her thoughts pounded hard like the pierce of an arrow But the song it was long and it had to get done As the tune finally folded I laid down the guitar Then looked for the girl who'd stayed for so long But her shadow was missin' for all of my searchin' So I picked up my guitar and began the next song

Capo:

IV

F**

C

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C

F

C

Oh it's fare thee well my darlin' true

G

G6

G7

I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn

C

F

C

I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico

C

G

C

Or maybe the coast of Californ'

C/g

F**

C

So it's fare thee well my own true love

G

We'll meet another day, another time

C

F

C

It ain't the leavin' that's a-grievin' me

C

F

C

But my true love who's bound to stay behind Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard And the rain she's a-turnin' into hail I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west Though I'm travelin' on a path beaten trail So it's fare thee well... I will write you a letter from time to time As I'm ramblin' you can travel with me too With my head, my heart and my hands, my love I will send what I learn back home to you So it's fare thee well... I will tell you of the laughter and of troubles Be them somebody else's or my own With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high I will travel unnoticed and unknown So it's fare thee well... I've heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound It's down around the old Mexican plains They say that the people are all friendly there And all they ask of you is your name So it's fare thee well...

Capo:

II

A x02225 (half barre)

D/a x04230 (half barre)

E 022100

D/f# 200232

A

D/a

A

Oh it's fare thee well my darlin' true

A

D/a

E

I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn

A

D/a

A

I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico

A

E

A

Or maybe the coast of Californ'

E

D/f#

A

So it's fare thee well my own true love

A

D/a

A

E

We'll meet another day, another time

A

D/a

A

It ain't the leavin' that's a-grievin' me

A

E

A

But my true love who's bound to stay behind

Capo:

VII

C

Fmaj7

C

Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown

C

Fmaj7

C

Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound

C

Fmaj7

G

The triangle tingles, the music play slow

Am

Em

C

Em/b

F

C

Csus4

C

But farewell Angelina, the night is on fire and I must go There is no use in talkin' and there's no need for blame There is nothing to prove, everything still is the same A table stands empty by the edge of the stream But farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colours and I must leave The jacks and the queens they forsake the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies now file past the guards In the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild Farewell Angelina, the sky is folding, I'll see you after a while See the cross-eyed pirates sit perched in the sun Shooting tin cans with a sawed-off shotgun And the corporals and neighbors clap and cheer with each blast But farewell Angelina, the sky it is trembling and I must leave fast King Kong, little elves, in the rooftops they dance Valentino type tangos while the hero's clean hands Shut the eyes of the dead not to embarrass anyone Farewell Angelina, the sky is flooding over and I must be gone The camouflaged parrot he flutters from fear When something he doesn't know about suddenly appears What cannot be imitated perfect must die Farewell Angelina, the sky's flooding over and I must go where it is dry Machine guns are roaring, puppets heave rocks At misunderstood visions and at the faces of clocks Call me any name you like, I will never deny it But farewell Angelina, the sky is erupting and I must go where it's quiet

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Dm7/f 100211 (w/thumb)

C(iii) xxx053

F(v) xxx565

In later verses a

G

is inserted between

Dm7

and

C

here and there.

C

Dm7/f

C

Well I ain't a-got my childhood

C

Dm7

/f

C

Or friends I once did know

C

Dm7

C

No I ain't a-got my childhood

C

Dm7

C

Or friends I once did know

C(iii)

F(v)

C(iii)

But I still got my voice left

F(v)

Dm7

G

C

I can take it anywhere I go

Dm7

G

/e

/f

C

Dm7

G

Hey hey so I guess I'm doin' fine An I've never had much money But I'm still around somehow No I've never had much money But I'm still around somehow Many times I've bended But I ain't never yet bowed Hey hey so I guess I'm doin' fine Trouble oh trouble I've trouble on my mind Trouble oh trouble Trouble on my mind But the trouble in the world, Lord Is much more bigger than mine Hey hey so I guess I'm doin' fine And I never had no armies To jump at my command No I ain't a-got no armies To jump at my command But I don't need no armies I got me one good friend Hey hey so I guess I'm doin' fine

C

Dm7

I been kicked and whipped and trampled on

C

Dm7

C

Dm7

G

I been shot at just like you

C

Dm7

C

I been kicked and whipped and trampled on

Dm7

G

C

I been shot at just like you But as long as the world keeps turnin' I just keep turnin' too Hey hey so I guess I'm doin' fine Well my road might be rocky The stones might cut my face My road might be rocky The stones might cut my face But there's some folks ain't got no road at all They gotta stand in the same old place Hey hey so I guess I'm doin' fine : . . . . . : . . . : .

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Recorded Aug-1963 as a Witmark Demo

Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D)

Capo:

II

D 000000

G/d 020100

G/b x20100

A7 x02100 (or 202100)

D

G/d

D

If you getcha one girl, better get two

G/d

D

A7

D

Case you run into Gypsy Lou

D

G/d

D

She's a ramblin' woman with a ramblin' mind

G/d

D

A7

D

Leavin' some poor boy behind

G/b

D

G/d

D

Hey, round the bend

G/d

D

A7

D

Gypsy Lou's gone again

G/d

(

A7

)

D

Gypsy Lou's gone again Well, I seen this whole country through Just to followin' Gypsy Lou Seen it up, seen it down Followin' Gypsy Lou around Hey, round the bend Gypsy Lou's gone again Gypsy Lou's gone again Well, I gotta stop and take some rest My poor feet are second best My poor feet are wearin' thin Gypsy Lou's gone again Hey, gone again Gypsy Lou's round the bend Gypsy Lou's round the bend Well, seen her up in old Cheyenne Turned my head and away she ran From Denver Town to Wichita Last I heard she's in Arkansas Hey, round the bend Gypsy Lou's gone again Gypsy Lou's gone again Well, I tell you what if you want to do Tell you if you'll wear out your shoes If you want to wear out your shoes Try and follow Gypsy Lou Hey, gone again Gypsy Lou's round the bend Gypsy Lou's round the bend Well, Gypsy Lou, I been told Livin' down on Gallus Road Gallus Road, Arlington Moved away to Washington Hey, round the bend Gypsy Lou's gone again Gypsy Lou's gone again Well, I went down to Washington Then she went to Oregon I skipped the ground and hopped a train She's back in Gallus Road again Hey, I can't win Gypsy Lou's gone again Gypsy Lou's gone again Well, the last I heard of Gypsy Lou She's in a Memphis calaboose She left one too many a boy behind He committed suicide Hey, you can't win Gypsy Lou's gone again Gypsy Lou's gone again

Heavily based on "Down on Penny's Farm" by the Bently Boys.

Take particular notice of the alternation between

/c

and

/g

(5th

and 6th string) as bass note for the

C

chord, and the

F/a

chord (x03211),

to get the bass progression

/c

-

/a

-

/g

-

/c

in the chorus.

The

G

at the end of the verse and the chorus is basically just a bass tone with

hints of other tones added to it, which in some verses make it a

G

chord, in

others a

C/g

(332010).

The finger picking pattern is (more or less):

C

.

F

.

C

. . .

|-----------------|-----------0-----|

|---1-------1-----|---1-------------|

|-------0-------2-|-------0-------0-|

|-----2-------3---|-----2-------2---|

|-3---------------|---------3-------|

|---------1-------|-3---------------|

The Witmark Demos version only has slight textual differences, such as the

penultimate line's "Hard times in the city" instead of "... country".

C

F

C

Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song

C

F

C

Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong

C

F

C

Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell

C

F

G

'Bout an East Coast city that you all know well

C

F/a

It's hard times in the country

C/g

G

C

Livin' down in New York town Old New York City is a friendly old town From Washington Heights to Harlem on down There's a-mighty many people all millin' all around They'll kick you when you're up and knock you when you're down It's hard times in the country Livin' down in New York town It's a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate To Rockefeller Plaza and the Empire State Mister Empire sets up as high as a bird Old Mister Rockefeller never says a word It's hard times from the country Livin' down in New York town Well, it's up in the mornin' tryin' to fins a job of work Stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt If you go a lot o' money you can make yourself merry If you only got a nickel, it's the Staten Island Ferry And it's hard times in the country Livin' down in New York town Mister Hudson come a-sailin' down the stream And old Mister Minuet paid for his dream Bought your city on a one-way track If I had my way I'd sell it right back And it's hard times from the country Livin' down in New York town I'll take all the smog in Californ-i-a And every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains And the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines It's all much cleaner than the New York kind And it's hard times in the country Livin' down in New York town So all you newsy people, spread the news around You can listen to my story, listen to my song You can step on my name, you can try and get me beat When I leave New York, I'll be standin' on my feet And it's hard times in the country Livin' down in New York town

Harp:

C

(cross)

"This is for all the boys that know girls that want 'em to go out and get themselves killed"

G

|-----------------|---3--33--------------

Bass riff: |--(00)-----------|---0--00--------------

|--(00)-----------|---0--00--------------

|-----3-2-0-----0-|---0--00--------------

|-----------1-2---|----------------------

|-3---------------|-3-------3------------

G

Well the gal I love, I swear she's the screamin' end

C

G

Yes, the gal I got, I swear she's the screamin' end

D

She wants me to be a hero

C

G

So she can tell all her friends Well, she begged and she prayed She pleaded with me all last night Well, she begged, she prayed She pleaded with me all last night She wants me to go out And find somebody to fight She reads too many books She got new movies inside her head She reads too many books She got movies inside her head She wants me to walk out running She wants me to crawl back dead You need a different kinda man, babe One that can hold your heart You need a different kind of man, babe One that can hold your heart You need a different kind of man, babe You need Napoleon Bonaparte Well, when I'm dead No more good times will I crave When I'm dead No more good times will I crave You can stand and shout hero All over my lonesome grave

Harp:

C

(cross)

Incomplete acoustic version in

G

She reads too many books She got nails inside her head She reads too many books She got nails inside her head Well, she will not be satisfied Until I wind up dead

Piano demo in

C

Three more versions not transcribed...

Well, she begged and she pleaded She cried to me all last night And she begged and she pleaded She cried to me all last night She wanted me to go out And find somebody to fight You need a different kinda man, babe One that can hold and grab your heart You need a different kind of man, babe One that can hold and grab your heart You need a different kind of man, babe You need Napoleon Bonaparte

Live Chicago <1974-Jan-03>

A

The girl I got

A

I swear she's the screamin' end

D

Well, that girl I got

A

I swear she's the screamin' end

E

She wants me to be her hero

D

A

So she can tell all of her friends Runnin' down the highway Just as fast as I could go Runnin' down the highway Just as fast as I could go They don't tell you, baby I told you long time ago You need a different kinda man, babe One that can hold your heart You need a different kind of man, babe One that can hold and grab your heart You need a different kind of man, babe Napoleon Bonaparte Won't be no woman Show me ??? Without a woman Nobody needs a slave She got one foot on the highway And the other foot in the grave

Live Chicago <1974-Jan-04>

Don't you remember? I told you long ago Don't you remember? I told you once before That we're gonna ??? Just thinking of work around here no more She walks on the bottle But she knows she's gonna be no slave She walks in the bottle But she knows she's gonna be no slave She got one foot on the highway And the other foot in the grave Cruel shower ??? Until the early dawn Watching the sidewalk Up until the early dawn You can write on my tombstone Just been here and gone

Capo:

II

Performed once, in the Town Hall, NY, 12-Apr-1963

G

. .

/bb

. . .

G7/f

. . : . .

|-----3---3---|-3---3---3-3-3-3-|-------------|-----------------|

|-----0---0---|-0---0---0---0-0-|-----0---0---|-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-|

|-----0---0---|-3---3---3---3(0)|-----0---0---|-0---0---0---0---|

|-0---0---0---|-----------------|-3-----------|-3---3---3---0---|

|-2-----------|-----------------|-------------|-----------------|

|-3-----------|-----------------|-------------|-----------------|

C

. .

C/g

. . : . . . : . .

x7

|-----0---0---|-----0---0---|-----------------||------3---3----||

|-----1---1---|-----1---1---|-----------------||*-----0---0---*||

|-----0---2---|-----0---0---|-----------------||------0---0----||

|-----2---0---|-----2---2---|-----------------||--0---0---0----||

|-3-----------|-------------|-1b------1-------||*-2-----------*||

|-------------|-3-----------|-----------x-2---||--3------------||

G

Come you phony super patriotic people that say

C

That hating and fearing is my only way

G

That this here country has got to be

/bb

/g

/d

G

You're thinking of your sales, you ain't thinking of me You're not thinking of any George Washington You're not thinking of any Thomas Jefferson But you say that you are and you lie and mislead You use their names for your aims, for your selfish greed Don't speak to me of your patriotism When you throw the Southern black boy in prison And you say the only good niggers are the ones that have died Don't think I'll ever stand on your side Though you make it so hard for me to love My face will never feel the slap of your glove My hands will never buy the cards that you play My feet will never walk down the road that you lay Get out in the open, stop standing afar Let the whole world see what a hypocrite you are I ain't joking and it ain't no gag You been hiding too long behind the American flag

C

F

C

F

You will search, babe

C

F

C

G

F

At any cost

C

F

C

F

But how long, babe

C

F

C

G

C

F

Can you search for what's not lost?

C

F

C

F

C

F

Everybody will help you

C

F

C

F

Some people are very kind

C

F

C

Dm

C

F

C

G

C

F

But if I can save you any time

C

F

C

F

Come on, give it to me

C

Dm

F11

C

I'll keep it with mine I can't help it If you might think I'm odd If I say I'm loving you Not for what you are But for what you're not Everybody will help you Discover what you set out to find But if I can save you any time Come on, give it to me I'll keep it with mine Everybody will help you Discover what you set out to find But if I can save you any time Come on, give it to me I'll keep it with mine Now the train leaves At half past ten But it'll be back In the same old spot again The conductor He's still stuck on the line And if I can save you any time Come on, give it to me I'll keep it with mine

Capo:

I

G

/e

/d

Well, your clock is gonna stop

/b

G

/e

/d

At Saint Peter's gate

/b

G

/e

/d

Ya gonna ask him what time it is

/b

C

/b

He's gonna say, "It's too late"

G/d

G

C

/b

Hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you

D

/f#

G

/e

/g

On that dreadful day You're gonna start to sweat And you ain't a-gonna stop You're gonna have a nightmare And never wake up Hey, hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you On that dreadful day You're gonna cry for pills Your head's gonna be in a knot But the pills are gonna cost More than what you've got Hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you On that dreadful day You're gonna have to walk naked You can't ride in no car You're gonna let everybody see Just what you are Hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you On that dreadful day Well, the good wine's a-flowin' For five cents a quart You're gonna look in your moneybags And find you're one cent short Hey, hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you On that dreadful day You're gonna yell and scream "Don't anybody care?" You're gonna hear out a voice say "Shoulda listened when you heard them words down there" Hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you On that dreadful day

C

.

/b

.

D/a

.

G

"That's my calypso type number!"

Capo:

IV

From the Glasgow Hotel Tape

Take 1

C

F

G7

If I was a king, I'll hang in an alley

F

C

G7

With a hundred stallions after me

F

C

G

G7

And if I was a rogue, I would lay in all your morning laurel

F

C

G7

With the law hangin' after me I rode six mare, I've been on my wagon And now here I stand with you facin' me And alone makin' only that I'm morning morrow With her hand facin' me I'd give up all I have to tell her one thought To kiss I would give it all too, so she could see But here I stand on a lake in the narrow wide road Condemned in a lake flamed and free If I was a king, I'd give her all my land To her and that rogue after me And if I was a rogue I would give her all my road darken And take my chances in the lake and the sea

Take 2

C

F

G7

I'd stand by her road and the lonely water

F

C

G7

I've stood there many times before this, you see

F

C

F

G7

And I know that once you woken my heart up

Am

F

G7

With her sin finally aching after me I swore by her, by her uncle and her mother While she didn't roll it back on me And I swore by her ring that she went in, and I would go after And alone in makin' after me If I was a king I would give her my castles I'd give her all my land given to me And if I was a rogue I would steal her away from my other And take my chances in the deep blue sea And now would I stand, here by the fountain The rain ready to shelter me Chased by rain and Snow White and all her Seven Dwarfs Chasin' me, but I cannot flee

Harp:

C

(cross)

G*/d xx0430

G

C/g

Listen to me, baby

G

C/g

There's something you must see

G

C/g

I want to be with you, gal

G*/d

D7/f#

If you want to be with me

G

C/g

G

But if you gotta go

C/g

G

C/g

G

It's all right

C

G

But if you gotta go, go now

G*/d

D7/f#

G

Or else you gotta stay all night It ain't that I'm questionin' you To take part in any quiz It's just that I ain't got no watch And you keep askin' me what time it is But if you gotta go... I am just a poor boy, baby Lookin' to connect But I certainly don't want you thinkin' That I ain't got any respect But if you gotta go... You know I'd have nightmares And a guilty conscience, too If I kept you from anything That you really wanted to do But if you gotta go... It ain't that I'm wantin' Anything you never gave before It's just that I'll be sleepin' soon It'll be too dark for you to find the door But if you gotta go...

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

II

Dylan: "Here's a couple of verses of one song, never did get done"

D

. . : . . : . .

|-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------|

|-----------3-------3-----|---3-------3-------3-----|---0---------------3-----|

|-------2-------2-------2-|-------2-------2-------2-|-------2---2---2-------2-|

|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|

|-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------|

|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|

G/d

. .

D

. . : . .

|-------------------0-----|---2---------------------|-------------------------|

|-------3---3-------------|-------------------3-----|---3-------3-------3-----|

|---0-----------0-------0-|-------2---2---2-------2-|-------2-------2-------2-|

|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|

|-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------|

|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|

: . .

G/d

. .

D

. .

|-------------------------|-------------------0-----|-------------------------|

|---0---------------------|-------3---3-------------|---3-------3-------3--/5-|

|-------2---2---2---2---2-|---0-----------0-------0-|-------2-------2-------0-|

|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|

|-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------|

|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|

: . .

G

. .

G/d

. .

|-------5---5-------7-----|---5-------2-------------|-------------------0-----|

|---7---------------------|-------------------3-----|---3-------3-------------|

|---------------0-------0-|-------0-------2-------2-|-------0-------0-------0-|

|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|

|-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------|

|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|

D

. . : . . : . .

|---2---------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------|

|-------------------3-----|---3-------3-------3-----|---0---------------3-----|

|-------2---2---2-------2-|-------2-------2-------2-|-------2---2---2-------2-|

|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|

|-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------|

|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|

G/d

. .

D

. . : . .

|-------------------0-----|-------------------------|-------------------------|

|-------3---3-------------|---3-------3-------3-----|---3-------3-------3-----|

|---0-----------0-------0-|-------2-------2-------2-|-------2-------2-------2-|

|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-------0---|

|-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------|

|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-------|

D

G/d

D

I rode out one morning, tryin' to make me a friend

D

G/d

I rode down to the city, no one to defend

G/d

D

But my hands they were dirty and my hair it was messed

D

G/d

D

And I came from the east and I went out to the west It's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard ground to walk It's hard as the nail, it's hard as the rock It's hard as the sail that stands to the wind But they're all not as hard as the love that I'm in

G

Well, the rainman comes with his magic wand And the judge says, "Mona can't have no bond" And the walls collide, Mona cries

D7

G

And the rainman leaves in the wolfman's disguise, ooh......

C

I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man I wanna be your lover, baby

G

I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours Well, the undertaker in his midnight suit Says to the masked man, "Ain't you cute!" Well, the mask man he gets up on the shelf And he says, "You ain't so bad yourself" I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man I wanna be your lover, baby I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours Well, jumpin' Judy can't go no higher She had bullets in her eyes, and they fire Rasputin he's so dignified He touched the back of her head and he died I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man I wanna be your lover, baby I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours Well, Phaedra with her looking glass Stretchin' out upon the grass She gets all messed up and she faints That's 'cause she's so obvious and you ain't I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man I wanna be your lover, baby I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours

*** Lyrics from studio outtake ***

Well, the rainman's comin' and he wavin' his wand The judge says Mona can't have no bond Mona she starts to cry The rainman leaves in the wolf's disguise, ooh I wanna be your partner, babe I wanna be your man I wanna be your partner, babe I wanna be your man

Tuning: DGDGBD (Open G)

G 000000 D 000210

G* 000430 C 002010

G*

D

G

C

|----0-------0----|---0-------0-----|---0-------------|---0-------0-----|---0-------0-----|

|---------------3-|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-------1---------|

|3/4-----4--------|-------4-------3/|-4-----4\2-0-----|-------0-------0-|---------------0-|

|------0------0---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0-2-|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|

|--0-------0------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|

|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

D

C

G*

D

G

|---0-------0-----|---0-------0-----|---0-------------|---0------0------|-0---------0-----|

|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

|h2-----2---------|-------0-------2/|/4-----4\2-0---0-|------0------0---|------0--------0-|

|-----0-------0-0-|h2---2-------0---|-----0-------0---|----0------0-----|---0---------0---|

|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-0------0------0-|---------0-------|

|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

G*

I was young when I left home

D

G

C

And I been a-rambling round

D

And I never wrote a letter to my home

G

G*

D

G

C

To my home, Lord, to my home

D

G*

And I never wrote a letter to my home It was just the other day I was bringing home my pay When I met an old friend I used to know Said your mother's dead and gone Baby sister's all gone wrong And your daddy needs you home right away Not a shirt on my back Not a penny on my name But I can't go home this-a-way This-a-way, Lord, Lord, Lord And I can't go home this-a-way If you miss the train I'm on Count the days I'm gone You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles Hundred miles, honey baby, Lord, Lord, Lord And you'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles I'm playing on a track Ma would come and whup me back On them trestles down by old Jim McKay's When I pay the debt I owe To the commissary store I will pawn my watch and chain and go home Go home, Lord, Lord, Lord I will pawn my watch and chain and go home Used to tell ma sometimes When I see them riding blind Gonna make me a home out in the wind In the wind, Lord, in the wind Make me a home out in the wind I don't like it in the wind I go back home again But I can't go home this-a-way This-a-way, Lord, Lord, Lord And I can't go home this-a-way I was young when I left home And I been all rambling round And I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, Lord, Lord, Lord And I never wrote a letter to my home

E

Well, she's got Jet Pilot eyes from her hips on down All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town She's five feet nine and she carries a monkey wrench She weighs more by the foot than she does by the inch

A7

E

She got all the downtown boys, all at her command

B7

But you've got to watch her closely 'cause

E

She ain't no woman, she's a man

Tuning: DADGBD (Double Drop D)

Capo:

V

D/f 303030 (more correctly: Dm/f)

A/e 202020

D5 000230 (no third)

C9 030030 (or more correctly: Cadd9)

G/b 020030

Intro (first bar often used as an interlude between verses):

D/f

A7/e

D5

. . .

D/f

A7/e

D5

. . .

|-0---0---0---------------|-0---0---0--------------|---

|-3---2---3---------------|-3---2---3--------------|---

|-0---0---2---------------|-0---0---2--------------|---

|-3---2---0-------0-------|-3---2---0-------0------|---

|---------------3---------|-0---0---0-----3--------|---

|-------------------------|-3---2---0--------------|---

D/f

. . .

A7/e

. . .

D5

. . .

D/f

A7/e

D5

. .

|-0------------|-0-------------|-0------------|-0---0---0---------

|-3------------|-2-------------|-3------------|-3---2---3---------

|-0------------|-0-------------|-2------------|-0---0---2---------

|-3------------|-2-------------|-0------0-----|-3---2---0------0--

|-0------------|-0-------------|-0----3-------|---------0----3----

|-3------------|-2-------------|-0------------|---------0---------

(Oh! Lord! From my home!)

D5

C9

D5

C9

G/b

D5

When John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore

D5

C9

G/b

D5

His mother sure was proud of him!

D5

C9

D5

C9

G/b

D5

As he stood straight and tall in his uniform and all

C9

G/b

D

His mother's face broke out all to a grin "Oh son, you look so fine, I'm glad you're a son of mine You make me proud to know you hold a gun Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get And we'll put them on the wall when you come home" When that old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout Tellin' everybody in the whole neighborhood "That's my son that's about to go, he's a soldier now, you know" She made well sure her neighbors understood Oh! Lord! Understood! She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile As she showed them to the people from next door And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun And these things you called a good old-fashioned war Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they'd never come They ceased to come for about nine months or more Then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train Your son's a-coming home from the war" Oh! Lord! From the war She smiled and went right down, she looked up and all around But she did not see her soldier son in sight But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last When she did she could hardly believe her eyes His face was all shot up and his hands were both blown off And he wore a metal brace around his waist He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know While she couldn't even recognize his face! "Oh my darling son, tell me what to you they done How is it that you come to be this way?" His mouth could hardly move as he tried his best to talk And she did not even recognize his voice "Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You thought it was the best thing I could do? I was on the battleground, you were home, feeling proud Thank God you wasn't standing in my shoes" "Oh, I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here? I'm a-tryin' to kill my enemy or die tryin' But as the enemy came close, the thing that hurt me most As I saw that his face looked just like mine" Oh! Lord! Just like mine! "And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder sound and stink That I was just a puppet in a play And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke And a cannon ball blew my eyes away" As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock At seein' the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to go, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand Oh! Lord! To her hand!

D/c x30030 (Cadd9)

G/b x20030 (G6/b)

Gm/Bb x10030 (Gm6/Bb)

The chords gradually change from this:

D

John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore

/c

/b

D

His mama sure was proud of him! He stood so straight and tall in his uniform and all

/c

/b

D

His mama's face broke out into a grin

To this:

D

/c

Oh his face was all shot off and his hand were both blown back

G/b

D

And he wore a metal brace around his waist

D

/c

He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know

G/b

D

While she couldn't even recognize his face!

With the ending:

|:

D

. . . |

/c

. . . |

G/b

. . . |

Gm/bb

. . . :|

D

A

. . .

|-----------------|--------

Occasional |-----2-2---------|--------

lick: |-----2-2---------|--------

|-----2-2---------|--------

|-0-------3h0-----|-0------

|-------------3---|--------

A

John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore

G

D/f#

A

His mama sure was proud of him!

A

He stood so straight and tall in his uniform and all

G

D/f#

A

His mama's face broke out into a grin

...

As he turned away to go, his Mother was acting slow Seein' the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to leave, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand

A

. . .

G

. . .

D/f#

. . .

F

. . .

A

. . .

G

. . .

D/f#

. . .

F

. . .

A

. . .

G

. . .

D/f#

. . .

F

. . .

A

D

C

/b

/a

G

C

G

Lay down your weary tune, lay down

G

Em

D

Lay down the song you strum

C

/b

/a

G

D/a

G

C

And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings

C

G

D

/c

/b

G

D

No voice can hope to hum Struck by the sounds before the sun I knew the night had gone The morning breeze like a bugle blew Against the drums of dawn Lay down your weary tune, lay down... The ocean wild like an organ played The seaweed's wove its strands The crashin' waves like cymbals clashed Against the rocks and sands Lay down your weary tune, lay down... I stood unwound beneath the skies And clouds unbound by laws The cryin' rain like a trumpet sang And asked for no applause Lay down your weary tune, lay down... The last of leaves fell from the trees And clung to a new love's breast The branches bare like a banjo played To the winds that listened best I gazed down in the river's mirror And watched its winding strum The water smooth ran like a hymn And like a harp did hum Lay down your weary tune, lay down...

G

I will not go down under the ground

C

'Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' round

G

An' I will not carry myself down to die

C

When I go to my grave my head will be high

G

C

Let me die in my footsteps

G

D/f#

C

G

Before I go down under the ground There's been rumors of war and wars that have been The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind And some people thinkin' that the end is close by 'Stead of learnin' to live they are learning to die Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground I don't know if I'm smart but I think I can see When someone is pullin' the wool over me And if this war comes and death's all around Let me die on this land 'fore I die underground Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground There's always been people that have to cause fear They've been talking of the war now for many long years I have read all their statements and I've not said a word But now Lord God, let my poor voice be heard Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground If I had rubies and riches and crowns I'd buy the whole world and change things around I'd throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea For they are mistakes of a past history Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground Go out in your country where the land meets the sun See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho Let every state in this union seep in your souls And you'll die in your footsteps Before you go down under the ground

Written during Bob's stay in London in Dec-1962.

Recorded on the Whitaker tape, 17-Jul-1963.

C

/b

Am

F

When first I came to London town

C/g

G

F

G

C

A stranger I did come

C

/b

Am

F

I'd walk the streets so silently

C/g

G

F

G

C

I did not know no one

Am

Em

F

G

C

I was thinking thoughts and dreaming dreams

C

Em

F

G

The kind when you roll along

C

/b

Am

F

But most of all I was thinking about

C/g

G

Am

Em

F

G

The land I'd left back home I'd stand by the river Themes With the wind blowing through my hair And who should come and stand by me But a London gal so fair Her eyes were blue, her hair was brown Her face was gentle and kind For a second, well, I clear forgot The land I left behind As we began walking and talkin' All through the English air I did not know where we'd end up 'Til we came to the top of a stair As we lay round on a worn-out rug The room it was so cold And we talked for hours by the inside fire 'Bout the outside world so old All through our sweet conversation She thought my ways were so strange But I know there was one thing about me That she would try to change And the night passed on with the drizzling rain There's one thing I found out [A pair of sweet curls] I know too well Her love I know not much about And I awoke the next morning And the rain had turned to snow I looked out of her window And I knew that I must go I did not know how to tell her I didn't know if I could But she smiled a smile I'd never seen To say she understood And thinking of her as I stood in the snow How strange she appeared to be On the reason I was leaving She seemed no better than me I gazed all up at her window Where the snowy snowflakes blowed I put my hands in my pockets And I walked 'long down the road So it's now I'm leaving London, boys Well, the town I'll soon forget Likewise its winds and weather Likewise some people I met But there's one thing that's for certain Sure as the sunshine down I'll never forget that Liverpool Gal Who lived in London Town

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

A

D

major chord is held throughout, but with the 1st string rarely played.

The middle finger alternates between fingering the 3rd and 6th strings.

D

. . . : . . .

|-----------------|-----------------|

|-----3-3-----3-3-|-----3-3---3-3-3-| ...

|-----2-2-----0-0-|-----2-2---0-0-0-|

|-----0-0-----0-0-|-----0-0---0-0-0-|

|-----------------|-----------------|

|-0-------3b------|-0-------3b------|

D

To preach of peace and brotherhood Oh what might be the cost! A man he did it long ago And they hung him on a cross

A

D

Long ago, far away

G

A

D

Those things don't happen nowadays The chains of slaves they dragged the ground With heads and hearts hung low But that was during Lincoln's time And that was long ago Long ago, far away... The war guns they bombed and blazed The whole world bled its blood Men's bodies rotted on the ground on the edge As their graves were made in mud Long ago, far away... One man had much money One man had not enough to eat One man he lived just like a king The other man begged on the street Long ago, far away... One man died of a knife so sharp One man died from the bullet of a gun One man died of a broken heart

A

D

To see the lynchin' of his son Long ago, far away... Gladiators killed themselves It was during the Roman times People cheered with bloodshot grins As eye and minds went blind Long ago, far away... And to talk of peace and brotherhood Oh, what might be the cost! A man he did it long ago And they hung him on a cross Long ago, far away Things like that don't happen no more nowadays Do they?

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

I

G6/d 000000

D

C

D

My parents raised me tenderly, I was their only son

D

C

D

My mind got mixed with ramblin' when I was all so young

D

C

D

An' I left my home the first time when I was twelve an' one

D

C

D

I'm a long time a-comin', ma, I'll be a long time gone On the western side of Texas, on the Texas plains I tried to find a job of work but they said I's young of age My eyes they burned when I heard, "Go home where you belong!" I'm a long time a-comin', I'll be a long time gone I remember when I's ramblin' around with the carnival trains Different towns, different people, somehow they're all the same I remember children's faces best, I remember travelin' on I'm a long time a-comin', I'll be a long time gone I once loved a fair young maid, an' I ain't too big to tell If she broke my heart a single time, she broke it ten or twelve I walked an' talked all by myself, I did not tell no one I'm a long time a-comin', babe, I'll be a long time gone |

D

. . .

/c

|

D

. . . |

G6/d

. . . |

D

. . . | . . Many times by the highway side I tried to flag a ride With bloodshot eyes an' grittin' teeth I'd watch the cars roll by The empty air hung in my head, I's thinkin' all day long I'm a long time a-comin', an' I'll be a long time gone You might see me on your crossroads when I'm passin' through Remember me how you wished to as I'm a-driftin' from your view I ain't got the time to think about it, I got too much to get done Well, I'm a long time a-comin', an' I'll be a long time gone If I can't help somebody with a word or song If I can't show somebody they are travelin' wrong But I know I ain't no prophet, an' I ain't no prophet's son I'm just a long time a-comin', an' I'll be a long time gone So you can have your beauty, it's skin deep an' it only lies An' you can have your youth, it'll rot before your eyes Just give to me my gravestone with it clearly carved upon "I's a long time a-comin', an' I'll be a long time gone"

D

. .

/c

D

. . .

/c

.

G/b

.

D/c

G/b

D

. .

/c

D

. . .

|---2-2-2-0-|-2-2---2-2-|-0-0-0--0--|-0---0--|---2-2-2-0-|-2---2--|

|---3-3-3-3-|-3-3---3-3-|-3-3-3--3--|-3---3--|---3-3-3-3-|-3---3--|

|---2-2-2-0-|-2-2---2-2-|-0-0-0--0--|-0---0--|---2-2-2-0-|-2---2--|

|-0---0---0-|-0-0-0---0-|-0-0-0--0--|-0---0--|-0---0---0-|-0---0--|

|-0---0---3-|-0-0-0---0-|-3-3-2--2--|-3---2--|-0---0---3-|-0---0--|

|-0---0-----|-0-0-0---0-|-----------|--------|-0---0-----|-0---0--|

G

D

Em

Seems like only yesterday I left my mind behind

D

Em

Down in the Gypsy Cafe with a friend of a friend of mine

D

Am

She sat with a baby heavy on her knee

D

Am

Yet spoke of life most free from slavery

D

Am

With eyes that showed no trace of misery

D

Am

C

D

A phrase in connection first with she, but I heard

D7

G

That love is just a four-letter word Outside a rambling storefront window Cats meowed to the break of day Me, I kept my mouth shut, too To you I had no words to say My experience was limited and underfed You were talking while I hid To the one who was the father of your kid You probably didn't think I did, but I heard You say that love is just a four-letter word I said goodbye unnoticed Pushed towards things in my own games Drifting in and out of lifetimes Unmentionable by name Searching for my double, looking for Complete evaporation to the core Though I tried and failed at finding any door I must have thought that there was nothing more Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word Though I never knew just what you meant When you were speaking to your man I can only think in terms of me And now I understand After waking enough times to think I see The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity Blow up in smoke, its destiny Falls on strangers, travels free Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me And I do not really need to be Assured that love is just a four-letter word

Why should you have to be so frantic? You always wanted to live in the past Now you should be so Atlantic You finally got your wish at last You used to be oh so modest With your arm around the cigarette machine Now you lost it all I see, and all you got is Your two dollar bill and your hat full of gasoline Well you, ... After all, things could be much worse "I'm scared, man! I'm scared!"

Capo:

IV

(sounding key

E

)

Harp:

E

[or

Ab

with capo] (straight)

G6 322003 (drop the 1st string and play 32000x-32200x-32300x

G7 323003 that's the only way to get this one smooth)

The third line, sometimes has an

E

or

G

in place of

C/b

and an

F

at the end.

C

E

Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat

Am

D7/f#

An' coverin' the crossroads I'm standing at

C

/b

Am

G

C/g

(

F

) Or maybe it's the weather or something like that

G

G6

G7

C

G

But mama, you been on my mind I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget you" I do not pace the floor bowed down and bent, but yet Mama, you been on my mind Even though my mind is hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down with sorrow I don't even mind who you'll be wakin' with tomorrow But mama, you're just on my mind I am not askin' you to say words like yes or no Please understand me, I have no place I'm callin' you to go I'm just whisperin' to myself, so I can pretend that I don't know Mama, you are on my mind When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear As someone who has had you on his mind

Music from: "Young Man Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn"

Em

figure for 2nd and 4th lines:] [Bass pattern for the third and fourth lines:

Em

G

Em

|-----0---0-----------0---0- |-------------|---------------

|-----2---2-----------2---2- |----0--2--0--|---------------

|-------------0h2----------- |-------------|-0h2----2------

|-0---------------0--------- |-3-----------|-----3-----0---

Intro

G

. . .

Em

G

. . .

G

Well I'll sing you a song, ain't very long

Em

'Bout an old man who never done wrong

G

How he died nobody can say

Em

They found him dead in the street one day Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn At the man whose clothes and shoes were torn There on the sidewalk he did lay They stopped and stared and they went their way Well, the policeman come and he looked around "Get up, old man, or I'm a-takin' you down" He jabbed him once with his bully club The old man then rolled off the curb

Witmark Demos version breaks off here:

"Christ, I can't get it. I lost the verses!"

Well, he jabbed him again and loudly said "Call the wagon; this man is dead" The wagon come, they loaded him in I never saw the man again I've sung you my song, it ain't very long 'Bout an old man who never done wrong How he died no body could say They found him dead in the street one day

Harp:

C

(cross)

D7

I got mixed up confusion

G

Man, it's a-killin' me Well, there's too many people And they're all too hard to please Well, my hat's in my hand Babe, I'm walkin' down the line An' I'm lookin' for a woman Whose head's mixed up like mine Well, my head's full of questions My temperature's risin' fast Well, I'm lookin' for some answers But I don't know who to ask But I'm walkin' and wonderin' And my poor feet don't ever stop Seein' my reflection I'm hung over, hung down, hung up!

**** On A Rainy Afternoon/I Can't Leave Her Behind ****

From Eat the Document, filmed in hotel room on the 1966 tour

Capo:

V

Bbmaj7 xx8765

*** On A Rainy Afternoon/Does She Need Me? ***

F

: . . . :

|-------1-----------------|---------

|-------2-----------------|---------

|-------3---------------3-|---------

|-----3-----3-----3-3h5---|---------

|-1----------/5-----------|-1-------

C

F

Now she's walking in the morning

Bb

F

Howlin' you come home

Bb

F

C

Dm/a

I'll be on my way, so long, forlorn

G

C7

You just can't go

F

I will get it if I have to

Bb

Bbmaj7

If I have to please come home

Am7

Gm7

C

F

C7

Try, but I'll be dry, and I crave you

Dm

F

Bb

Am

Gm

C7

F

.

Bb

.

F

If I haunt you back all day

C

F

Carry my trouble

Bb

F

Yes you satisfy my mind

Bb

F

C

Dm/a

I'll try to tell you, if I can't come in

G

C7

And I must stay true

F

I'll be happy in the morning

Bb

Bbmaj7

Am7

Gm7

I try my best, I will try to help you

C

F

C

Dm

If I can, and I leave it too

F

Bb

Am

Gm

C7

F

But I just can't find you away

Bb

F

Won't some time away |

Dm

. .

Bb

|

F

Bb

F

| |

Dm

.

Bb

. |

F

Bb

F

. | |

Dm

.

Bb

G

|

C7

/g

C7

. | |

Dm

. .

Bb

|

Dm

. . . |

Changes the rhythm from 6/8 time to 2/4 time (more or less)

C

F

That's the way I think she told me [?]

Bb

F

Heart she bent on me [?]

Bb

F

C

Dm/a

I'll be out all morning, for you

G

C7

But you can't stop me

F

Yes, I try my best to please you

Bb

Bbmaj7

Try my best, but if I fail

Am7

Gm7

C7

You must help me to see you

F

As I go by... |

F

.

C

. |

Dm

.

Bb

. |

C7

. . . |

C7

. . . | |

F

. . . |

Bbmaj7

. . . |

F

. . . |

C

F

Now, if you send me a letter

Bb

F

I'll be on my way to get it for you

Bb

F

C

I'll be with my sister too

Dm

G7

C7

I can't find me what to do

F

Yes, I've been trying to get a message

Bb

Bmaj7

Am7

To you, but you have to treat me

Gm7

C7

I won't let her to

F

C7

Dm/a

And then I try my best

G7

C7

To hunt her, you...

*** I Can't Leave Her Behind ***

Fmaj7

C

Where she leads me I do not know

Fmaj7

C

Well she leads me where she goes

G

Am

D

G7

I can't find her nowhere

C

Well, she needs me here

Fmaj7

C

All aware, I just can't hear her walk

Fmaj7

C

I just can't hear her talk

G

Am

D

G7

Though sometimes you know you will

C

And when she comes my way

Fmaj7

I'll just be left any night or day

Em

Dm

G7

I will hear her say

C

G

Am

F

That I don't wanna try, I tried also cried

C

G7

F

Em

Dm

C

But I can't leave her behind

Cadd2 x30030

G

C

G

As I was out walking on a corner one day

D

I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay

G

C

G

His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor

D

G

And I guess he'd been there for the whole night or more

C

G

Only a hobo, but one more is gone

D

Cadd2

G/b

Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song

G

C

G

Leavin' nobody to carry him home

D

Cadd2

G

He was only a hobo, but one more is gone A blanket of newspaper covered his head As the curb was his pillow, the street was his bed One look at his face showed the hard road he'd come And a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed Only a hobo, but one more is gone Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song Leavin' nobody to carry him home Only a hobo, but one more is gone Does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down To look up on the world from a hole in the ground To wait for your future like a horse that's gone lame To lie in the gutter and die with no name? Only a hobo, but one more is gone Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song Leavin' nobody to carry him home Only a hobo, but one more is gone

Capo:

I

Based on the gospel song Palms of Victory.

A

The trail is dark and dusty

D

E

The road is kind of rough

A

But the good road is a-waiting

D

E

And boys it ain't far off

A

Trails of troubles

D

E

Roads of battles

A

Paths of victory

E

A

We shall walk I walked down to the valley I turned my head up high I seen that silver linin' That was hangin' in the sky Trails of troubles... The evenin' dust was rollin' I was walking down the track There was a one-way wind a-blowin' It was blowin' at my back Trails of troubles... The gravel road is bumpy It's a hard old road to ride But the clearer road's up yonder With the cinders on the side Trails of troubles... That mornin' train was movin' The hummin' of its wheels Told me of a new day Comin' across the field Trails of troubles...

Capo:

II

Harp:

F

[or

G

with capo] (cross)

C

F

C

Bad news, bad news come to me where I sleep

G

G6

G7

G

G6

G7

Turn, turn, turn again

C

F

Sayin' one of your friends is in trouble deep

Dm

F

G

G6

G7

G

G6

G7

Turn, turn to the rain and the wind Tell me the trouble, Tell once to my ear Joliet prison and ninety-nine years Oh what's the charge of how this came to be? Manslaughter in the highest of degree I sat down and wrote the best words I could write Explaining to the judge I'd be there on Wednesday night Without a reply, I left by the moon And was in his chambers by the next afternoon "Could ya tell me the facts?" I said without fear "That a friend of mine would get ninety-nine years" A crash on the highway flew the car to a field There was four persons killed and he was at the wheel But I knew him as good as I'm knowin' myself And he wouldn't harm a life that belonged to someone else The judge spoke out of the side of his mouth Sayin', "The witness who saw, he left little doubt" That may be true, he's got a sentence to serve But ninety-nine years, he just don't deserve Too late, too late, for his case it is sealed His sentence is passed and it cannot be repealed But he ain't no criminal and his crime it is none What happened to him could happen to anyone And at that the judge jerked forward and his face it did freeze Sayin', "Could you kindly leave my office now, please" Well his eyes looked funny and I stood up so slow With no other choice except for to go I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam I walked down the courthouse stairs and I did not understand And I played my guitar through the night to the day Turn, turn, turn again And the only tune my guitar could play Was, "Oh the Cruel Rain And the Wind"

Recorded Feb-1962 as a Leeds Music demo, and released on Bootleg Series 9.

Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D/E)

Capo:

VII

G/b x20100 D/f 300000

G/a x00100 D 000000

The guitar part consists of one little figure, played over and over again.

Here is the main figure with an example of a variation:

G/b

/a

D/f

D

G/b

D/f

D

|--0----0----0----0----| |--0----0----0----0----|

|*-0----0----0----0---*| |--0----0----0----0----|

|--1----1----0----0----| |--1----1----0----0----|

|--0----0----0----0----| |--0----0----0----0----|

|*-2----0----0----0---*| |--2----2----0----0----|

|------------3----0----| |------------3----0----|

Mm, tell mama Where'd ya sleep last night? Can't you hear me cryin'? Hmm, hmm Hey, tell me baby What's the matter here? Can't you hear me cryin'? Hmm, hmm Hey, stop the ol' train Let a poor boy ride Can't you hear me cryin'? Hmm, hmm Hey, mister bartender I swear I'm not too young Can't you hear me cryin'? Hmm, hmm Blow you whistle, policeman My poor feet are trained to run Can't you hear me cryin'? Hmm, um, ha ha, hmm Long distance operator I hear this phone call is on the house Can't you hear me cryin'? Hmm, hmm Ashes an' diamonds The difference I can't see Can't you hear me cryin'? Hmm, hmm

G

Am

You got a lotta nerve

C

G

To say you are my friend

G

D

When I was down

C

Em

D

You just stood there grinning You got a lotta nerve To say you got a helping hand to lend You just want to be on The side that's winning You say I let you down You know it's not like that If you're so hurt Why then don't you show it You say you lost your faith But that's not where it's at You had no faith to lose And you know it I know the reason That you talk behind my back I used to be among the crowd You're in with Do you take me for such a fool To think I'd make contact With the one who tries to hide What he don't know to begin with You see me on the street You always act surprised You say, "How are you?", "Good luck" But you don't mean it When you know as well as me You'd rather see me paralyzed Why don't you just come out once And scream it No, I do not feel that good When I see the heartbreaks you embrace If I was a master thief Perhaps I'd rob them And now I know you're dissatisfied With your position and your place Don't you understand It's not my problem I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you Yes, I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes You'd know what a drag it is To see you

Recorded 09-Jul-1962, during the Freewheelin' sessions.

The "You're gonna need my help someday" part is copied exactly from

Bob Wills' "Brain Cloudy Blues" from the 1940's.

Tuning: DADGBD (Double Drop D)

Capo:

V

D5 000230 G7 5x0003

D7sus4 000010 A 202222 (w/thumb)

G xx0000 C9 030030

Intro (1st bar=riff):

: . . : . . : .

|-----3---0---0-0-0-0-----|----|-----3---0---0-0-0-0-0---|-0-------0-0-0-0--

|---------0---1-1-1-1-----|----|-------------1-1-1-1-0---|-3-------3-3-3-3--

|-------------0-0-0-0-----| x4,|-------------0-0-0-0-0---|-2-------2-2-2-2--

|-------------0-0-0-0-----|then|-------------0-0-0-0-0---|-0-------0-0-0-0--

|-------------0-0-0-0-----|----|-------------------------|-0-------0-0-0-0--

|(0)------------------3---|----|-0-----------------------|-0-------0-0-0-0--

Well, you

D5

riff

. . Well, you can read out your Bible . ,

riff

. . You can fall down on your knees ,

riff

. . And pray to the Lord, pretty mama ,

riff

. .

D7sus4

G

But it ain't gonna do no good

G7

* . . .

riff

. . You're gonna need... . ,riff . . ,riff . . My help someday

D5

A

. . . Well, if y'all can't quit your sinnin' . . ,

riff

x2

Please quit your low down ways You can run down to the desert You can stick your head in the sand You can raise up your right hand, But your good man ain't a-comin' home You better understand You're gonna need You're gonna need my help someday (Someday, you're gonna need my help, someday) Well, if y'all can't quit your sinnin' Please quit your low down ways Now, you can run down to the White House You can gaze on the Capitol Dome You can knock on the President's gate, pretty mama But you know it's gonna be too late You're gonna need You're gonna need my help someday (my help someday) Well, if y'all can't quit your sinnin' Please quit your low down ways And you can hitch hike on the highway You can stand all alone by the side of the road Try to flag a ride back home, pretty mama But you ain't a-gonna ride in my car no more You're gonna need You're gonna need my help someday (oh yes, yeah) Well, if y'all can't quit your sinnin' Please quit your low down ways So, you can read out your Hymn book You can fall down on your knees And pray to the Lord, pretty mama But it ain't gonna do no good You're gonna need You're gonna need my help someday (Oh, wait and see) If y'all can't quit your sinnin' Please quit your low down ways

D5

C9

D5

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|-3---3-3---3-3---3-------||

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Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D/E)

Capo:

VIII

Based on the traditional tune Brennan on The Moor.

D 000000

G/d 020100

A/d 040300

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D

. . .

G/d

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D

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G/d

.

D

. .

G/d

D

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D

G/d

E

G/d

D

Come around you rovin' gamblers and a story I will tell

D

G/d

D

G/d

D

About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well

D

G/d

D

G/d

D

His name was Will O' Conley and he gambled all his life

G/d

A/d

G/d

He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife

D

G/d

D

And it's ride, Willie, ride

D

G/d

A

Roll, Willie, roll

G/d

D

G/d

D

Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody knows He gambled in the White House and in the railroad yards Wherever there was people, there was Willie and his cards He had a reputation as the gamblin'est man around Wives would keep their husbands home when Willie came to town And it's ride, Willie, ride... Sailin' down the Mississippi to a town called New Orleans They're still talkin' about their card game on that Jackson River Queen "I've come to win some money," Gamblin' Willie says When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his And it's ride, Willie, ride... Up in the Rocky Mountains in a town called Cripple Creek There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week Nine hundred miners had laid their money down When Willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town And it's ride, Willie, ride... But Willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true He supported all his children, and all their mothers too He wore no rings or fancy things, like other gamblers wore He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor And it's ride, Willie, ride... When you played your cards with Willie, you never really knew Whether he was bluffin' or whether he was true He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair The man, he left a diamond flush, Willie didn't even have a pair And it's ride, Willie, ride... It was late one evenin' during a poker game A man lost all his money, he said Willie was to blame He shot poor Willie through the head, which was a tragic fate When Willie's cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights And it's ride, Willie, ride... So all you rovin' gamblers, wherever you might be The moral of this story is very plain to see Make your money while you can, before you have to stop For when you pull that dead man's hand, your gamblin' days are up And it's ride, Willie, ride...

Written by Bob? Or Mance Lipscombe or Alan Lomax and W. B. Richardson.

Recorded twice during the Freewheelin' sessions (25-Apr-1962 and 01-Nov-1962).

The following is the version from the second Gaslight concert in late Oct-1962.

Tuning: DADGBD (Double Drop D)

D 000230 (for some verse he uses 000233 = Dm)

G xx0000 alternate with xx0003

A/e 202222 (thumb + barre on the four lowest strings)

The rhythm of the fingerpicking can be quite tricky to get right, but once you

get it, it's quite easy. The following little thing is all that departs from the

standard fingerpicking pattern. It is the basic pattern, used here and there in

the long held notes. Let the thumb take care of the bass strings.

The second string stopped on the third fret sounds like the open first string

which you don't really need, but it's easier to get the right feel in the

syncopations if that tone is played on the first string, so that the c (----1-)

on the first string can ring as long as possible. I'm pretty sure that's how

Dylan plays it too.

D

. . .

D

. . .

D

. . .

D

. . .

|-----------------|-----------------|-0---------------|---0-------------|

|-----------------|-----------1-----|-----------3-----|-----------1-----|

|-----------------|-------0h2-------|-------2-------2-|-------0h2-----2-|

|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|

|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|

D

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road, make a solid road

G

D

Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road, make a solid road

A

Takes a good woman mama

D

To satisfy my weary soul Have you ever been down on that Mobile and KC line? Have you ever been down on that Mobile and KC line? Well I just wanna ask you If you seen that gal of mine Don't the clouds look lonesome shining across the sea Don't the clouds look lonesome shining across the sea Don't my gal look good When she's comin' after me?

Harp:

G

(straight)

Recorded by Bob Dylan 24/25-Apr-1962, during the Freewheelin' sessions

|

G

Em

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C

.

D

G

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x4

Harp improvisation over

D

|

D

| ... |

G

Em

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C

.

D

G

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x2

|

G

|

G

Em

Well, I'm gonna get to you, Sally Girl

C

D

G

I'm gonna get to you, Sally Girl

G

Em

I'm gonna get to you, Sally Girl

C

D

G

I'm gonna get to you, Sally Girl

Short interlude

G

C

Well, I'm just one of them ramblin' men

D

G

Ramblin' since I don't know when

G

C

Here I come, and I'm a-gone again

D

G

Sally says I got no end I'm gonna get to you, Sally Girl I'm gonna get to you, Sally Girl I'm gonna get to you, Sally Girl I'm gonna get to you, Sally Girl

Outro, same as intro

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

D

|------------0-|h2---3p2----0-|h2---------(2)|--------------|

|--------------|--------------|--------------|--------------|

|--------------|--2------2----|--------(2)---|--------------|

|----0-----0---|----0------0--|----0-----0---|----0-----0---|

|--------------|--------------|--------------|--------------|

|-0-----0------|-0-----0------|-0-----0------|-0-----0------|

D

G

/f#

D

Old Reilly stole a stallion

D

G

/f#

D

But they caught him and they brought him back

G

/f#

A/e

D

G/b

And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground

G

A

D

With an iron chain around his neck Old Reilly's daughter got a message That her father was goin' to hang She rode by night and came by morning With gold and silver in her hand When the judge he saw Reilly's daughter His old eyes deepened in his head Sayin', "Gold will never free your father The price, my dear, is you instead" "Oh I'm as good as dead," cried Reilly "It's only you that he does crave And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all Get on your horse and ride away" "Oh father you will surely die If I don't take the chance to try And pay the price and not take your advice For that reason I will have to stay" The gallows shadows shook the evening In the night a hound dog bayed In the night the grounds were groanin' In the night the price was paid The next mornin' she had awoken To know that the judge had never spoken She saw that hangin' branch a-bendin' She saw her father's body broken These be seven curses on a judge so cruel That one doctor will not save him That two healers will not heal him That three eyes will not see him That four ears will not hear him That five walls will not hide him That six diggers will not bury him And that seven deaths shall never kill him

C

Dm

Em

F

Your pawnbroker roared, also, so, so did the landlord

C/e

Dm

C/e

F

G

The scene was so crazy, Wasn't it?

C

Dm

Em

F

Both were so glad to watch me destroy what I had

C/e

Dm

C/e

F

G

Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?

Em

Dm

Why didn't you just leave me, if you didn't want to stay?

Em

Dm

F

G

Why'd you have to treat me so bad? Did it have to be that way?

G

F

C/e

Dm

C

/b

Now you stand here expectin' me

Am

/g

F

C/e

G

To remember something you forgot to say

Am

G

Yes, and you, I see you're still with her, well

Am

G

F

Em

Dm

That's fine 'cause she's comin' on so strange, can't you tell?

C

Dm

C/e

F

Somebody better explain

C

Dm

C/e

F

She's got her iron chain

C

Dm

C/e

F

G

I'd do it, but I just can't remember how

Am

G

F

C

G

You talk to her, she's your lover now I already assumed that we were in the felony room But I ain't a judge, you don't have to be nice to me Will you please tell that to your friend in the cowboy hat You know he keeps on sayin' everything twice to me You know I was straight with you You know I never tried to change you in any way You know if you didn't want to be with me That you didn't have to stay Now you stand here sayin' you forgive and forget Honey, what can I say? And you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can't you reach? I see you kiss her on the cheek every time she gives a speech With her picture books of the pyramid And her postcard of billy the kid Why must everybody bow? You better talk to her about it, you're her lover now Oh everybody that cares is goin' up the castle stairs But I'm not up in your castle, honey It's true, I can't recall San Francisco at all I can't even remember El Paso, uh , honey You never had to be faithful I didn't want you to grieve Oh, why was it so hard to you If you didn't want to be with me, just to leave? Now you stand here while your finger's goin' up my sleeve An' you, just what do you do, anyway? Ain't there nothing you can say? She'll be standin' on the bar soon With a fish head an' a harpoon An' a fake beard plastered on her brow You'd better do somethin' quick, she's your lover now Oh, why must I fall into this sadness? Do I look like Charles Atlas? Do you think I still got what you still got, baby? Her voice is really warm, it's just that it ain't got no form But it's just like a dead man's last pistol shot, baby Oh, your mouth used to be naked, your eyes used to be so blue Your hurts used to be so nameless and your tears used to be so few Now your eyes cry wolf while your mouth cries "I'm not scared of animals like you" And you there's really nothing about you I can recall I just saw you that one time and you were just there that's all But I've already been kissed I'm not gonna get into this I couldn't make it anyhow You do it for me, you're her lover now

Capo:

I

G

I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents

G

I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents

D7

See my bull dog bite a rabbit

C9

G

And my hound dog is sittin' on a barbed wire fence Well, my temperature rises and my feet can't walk so hot Yes, my temperature rises and my feet can't walk so hot Well, this Arabian doctor comes in, gives me a shot But he wouldn't tell me what it was that I got Well, this woman I've got, she's killin' me alive Yes, this woman I've got, she's killin' me alive She's makin' me into an old man And man I'm not even 25! Of course, you're gonna think this song is a riff I know you're gonna think this song is just a riff Unless you've been inside a tunnel And fell down 69, 70 feet over a barbed wire fence All right!

Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D)

Capo:

VI

Recorded Jan-1962 as a Leed Music demo

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|-----3-----------| This little figure is repeated over and over again

|---3---1---------|

|-----------3---0-| (It also features in Ballad For A Friend)

|-----------------|

|-0---0---0---0---|

Well, I'm standin' on the highway Tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to bum a ride Tryin' to bum a ride Well, I'm standin' on the highway Tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to bum a ride Tryin' to bum a ride Nobody seem to know me Everybody pass me by Well, I'm standin' on the highway Tryin' to hold up, tryin' to hold up Tryin' to hold up and be brave Well, I'm standin' on the highway Tryin' to hold up, tryin' to hold up and be brave One roads goin' to the bright lights The others goin' down to my grave Well, I'm lookin' down at two card They seem to be handmade Well, I'm lookin' down at two card They seem to be handmade One looks like it's the ace of diamonds The other looks like it is the ace of spades Well, I'm standin' on the highway Watchin' my life roll by Well, I'm standin' on the highway Watchin' my life roll by Well, I'm standin' on the highway Tryin' to bum a ride Well, I'm standin' on the highway Wonderin' where everybody went, wonderin' where everybody went Wonderin' where everybody went Well, I'm standin' on the highway Wonderin' where everybody went, wonderin' where everybody went Wonderin' where everybody went Please mister, pick me up I swear I ain't gonna kill nobody's kids I wonder if my good gal I wonder if she knows I'm here Nobody else seems to know I'm here I wonder if my good gal I wonder if she knows I'm here Nobody else seems to know I'm here If she knows I'm here, Lord I wonder if she said a prayer

Let the chords begin on the last 8th note of the previous bar, and emphasise

this note wherever it figures as a melody tone, such as in the first measure.

Many of the hammer-ons or pull-offs are really just the inevitable result

of changing chords at breakneck speed.

Capo:

IV

C

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|-1---------------|

|-----------0-----|

|-----2-------2---|

|-3---------------|

|---------3-------|

C

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F

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C

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||----1-----------|-------1---------|-------1---------|-----1-----------|

||----------------|-----------------|---0h2-----0h2---|-----------0-----|

||----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-----3-------3---|-----2-------2---|

||-3--------------|-3---------------|-----------------|-3---------------|

||--------3-------|---------3-------|-1-------1-------|---------3-------|

: . . . : . . .

D7/f#

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G

. . .

C

|---------------0-|-----------------|-----------------|---------------0-|

|-----1-----------|-----1-----------|-------1---------|-----0-----------|

|-----------0-----|-----------------|---0h2-----2-----|-----------0-----|

|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|

|-3---------------|-3---------------|-----------------|-----------------|

|---------3-------|---------3-------|-2-------2-------|-3-------3-------|

C

. . . : . . .

F

. . .

D7/f#

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C/g

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|-----1-----------|-----1-----------|-------1---------|-----1---------1-|

|-----------0-----|-----------------|---0h2-----2-----|-----------0-----|

|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-----3-------3---|-----0-------0---|

|-3---------------|-3---------------|-----------------|-----------------|

|---------3-------|---------3-------|-1-------1-------|-2-------2-------|

C/g

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G

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Am

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/g

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F

.

G

.

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|-------0---------|---1-----------1-|-------1p0-------||

|---0-------0---0-|h2---------0-----|---2-------0-----||

|-----2-------0---|-----2-------2---|-----3-------0---||

|-----------------|-0---------------|-----------------||

|-3-------3-------|---------3-------|-1-------3-------||

The pull-off is just the inevitable consequence of the chord change.

C

. . . : . . .

G

. . .

C

. . .

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||----1-----------|-----1-----------|---------------1-|-----1-----------|

||----------0-----|-----------------|---0-------0-----|-----------0-----|

||----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-----0-------0---|-----2-------2---|

||-3--------------|-3---------------|-----------------|-3---------------|

||--------3-------|---------3-------|-3-------3-------|---------3-------|

: . . . : . . .

D7/f#

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G

. . .

|---------------0-|-----------------|-----------------|---------------0-|

|----(1)----------|-----1-----------|-------1---------|-----0-----------|

|-----------0-----|-----------------|---0h2-----2-----|-----------0-----|

|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|

|-3---------------|-3---------------|-----------------|-----------------|

|---------3-------|---------3-------|-2-------2-------|-3-------3-------|

C

. . . : . . .

F

. . .

D7/f#

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|---------------0-|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

|-----1-----------|-----1-----------|-------1---------|-----1---------1-|

|-----------0-----|-------------0---|---0h2-----2-----|-----------0-----|

|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-----3-------3---|-----0-------0(2)|

|-3---------------|-3---------------|-----------------|-----------------|

|---------3-------|---------3-------|-1-------1-------|-2-------2-------|

C/g

.

G

.

Am

.

/g

.

F

.

G

.

C

. . .

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|-------0-------0-|h1-1-------------|-------1p0-----1-|-----1---------0-||

|---0-------0-----|-----------------|---2-------0-----|-----------0-----||

|-----2-------0---|-----2-------2---|-----3-------0---|-----2-------2---||

|-----------------|-0---------------|-----------------|-3---------------||

|-3-------3-------|---------3-------|-1-------3-------|---------3-------||

G

.

G/e

.

G7/f

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C

. . . : . . .

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|----------------0|-----------------|-----1-----------|-----1-----------|

|---0-------0-----|---0-------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|

|-----0-------h2--|-----3-(p0)--0---|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|

|-----------------|-----------------|-3---------------|-3---------------|

|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|---------3-------|---------3-------|

G

.

G/e

.

G7/f

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C

. . . : . . .

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|-----------------|---------------1-|-----1-----------|-----1---------0-|

|---0-------------|---0-------------|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|

|-----0--h2---2h3-|-----2------2p0--|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2p0-|

|-----------------|-----------------|-3---------------|-3---------------|

|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|---------3-------|---------3-------|

A

. . . : . . .

D7/f#

. . : . . .

|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

(h2)--------------|-----------------|-------1-------1-|-------1-------1-|

|---2-------2-----|---2-------------|---2-------2-----|---2-------2-----|

|-----2-------2---|-----2---2---2---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|

|-0-------0-------|-0---------------|-----------------|-----------------|

|-----------------|(0---------------|-2-------2-------|-2-------2-------|

G

. . . : . . .

G7

. . . : . . .

|-----------------|-----------------|---------------1-|-----1---------3-|

|-------1-------1-|-------1-------0-|-----0-----------|-----------------|

|---2-------2-----|---2-------2-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|

|-----3-------3---|-----3-------3---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|

|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

|-1-------1-------|-1-------1-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|

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|-----3---------3-|-----------------||-----

|-----------------|---------------1-||-----

|-----------0-----|-----------0-----||-----

|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0h2-||-----

|-----------------|-----------------||-3---

|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------||----- ... etc from the beginning

Harp:

G

(straight)

G

/a

C

I saw it advertised one day

D

/f#

That the Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way

G

C

"Come along and take a trip

D

/f#

G

We'll bring you up there on a ship

/b

C

Bring the wife and family Bring the whole kids"

D

G

Yippee!

G

.

C

.

D

. .

G

/e

/d

. . . .

harp

Well, I run right down and bought a ticket To this thing called the Bear Mountain Picnic Little did I realize I was in for a pleasant funny surprise It had nothing to do with picnics Didn't come close to a mountain And I hate bears Took the wife and kids down to the pier There were six thousand people there Everybody had a ticket for the trip

G

. .

/a

/b

C

"Oh well." I said, "it's a pretty big ship

D

Besides, anyhow, the more the merrier" Well, we all got on and what d'ya think That big old boat started t' sink More people kept a-pilin' on

G

. .

/a

/b

C

That old ship was a-goin' down

D

Funny way t' start a picnic Well, I soon lost track of my kids and wife So many people I never saw in my life That old ship was sinkin' down in the water

/f#

G

There were six thousand people tryin' t' kill each other

C

Dogs a-barkin', cats a-screamin' Women a-yellin', men a-flyin', fists a-flyin', paper flyin' Cops a-comin', me a-runnin'

D

Maybe we just better call off the picnic I got shoved down, got pushed around All I remember was a moanin' sound Don't remember one thing more

/f#

G

. .

/a

/b

C

All I remember was wakin' up on the shore

/b

/c

D

My arms and legs were broken My feet were splintered, my head was cracked I couldn't walk, couldn't talk, smell, feel, couldn't see Didn't know where I was, I was bald...

/f#

G

Quite lucky to be alive though Well, feelin' like I just climbed outta my casket I grabbed back hold of my picnic basket Took the wife and kids and started home Wishin' I'd never got up that mornin' Now, I don't care just what you do If you want t' have a picnic, that's up t' you But don't tell me about it, I don't want t' hear it

/f#

G

. .

/a

/b

You see, I just lost all my picnic spirit

C

/b

/c

Stay in my kitchen

D

Have my picnic in the bathroom Well, it don't seem to me quite so funny What some people are gonna do for money There's a brand new gimmick every day

/f#

G

. .

/a

/b

Just t' take somebody's money away

C

/b

/c

I think we oughta take some o' these people

D

Put 'em on a boat, send 'em up to Bear Mountain... For a picnic

Recorded 19-Jan-1963 at the Broadside office

Released on Broadside Ballads, Sep-1963, under the name Blind Boy Grunt

"This is all about what the devil is,

some people say that there's no devil."

G

C

Well sometimes you can't see him so good

D

When he hides his head 'neath a snow white hood

/f#

G

C

An' rides to kill with his face well hid

D

An' then goes home to his wife an' kids Wonder if his kids know who he is?

/f#

|

G

. .

/a

/b

|

C

.

/b

/c

|

D

. .

/e

/f#

|

G

Well he wants you to hate, he wants to fear He wants you to fear somethin' that's not even there He'll give you his hate an' he'll give you his lies He'll give you the weapons to run out an' die An' you give him your soul

"That's just two verses to it."

Recorded 25-Apr-1962 during the Freewheelin' sessions

Released on The Bootleg Series 1-3

G

Here's a foreign song I learned in Utah

G

C

Hava

D

Havana

G

Havanagei

C

Havanegeilah Havanegeilah

D

Yodel-lay-hee-o

G

. .

C

D

.

G

C/g

G

. .

This is called: Talkin' John Birch Blues.

And there ain't nothing wrong with this song!

G

C

Well, I was feelin' sad and kinda blue

D

I didn't know what I was a-gonna do

G

C

Them Communists was a-comin' around

D

They was in the air, they was on the ground

G

.

C

.

D

. .

G

. . . They was all over So I run down most hurriedly And joined the John Birch Society Got me a secret membership card And went back home to the yard Started lookin' on the sidewalk Under the hedges Well, I got up in the mornin', looked under my bed I was lookin' every place for them gol-darned Reds Looked behind the sink, and under the floor Looked in the glove compartment of my car Couldn't find any... Looked behind the clothes, behind my chair Lookin' for them reds everywhere Looked up my chimney hole Even deep down inside my toilet bowl They got away... I heard some footsteps by the front porch door So I grabbed my shotgun from the floor Snuck around the house with a huff and a hiss Saying "Hands up, you communist!" It was the mailman He punched me out Well, I was sittin' home alone an' started to sweat Figured they was in my TV set I peeked behind the picture frame Got a shock from my feet that hit my brain Them Reds did it! Hootenanny Television... Well, I quit my job so I could work alone Got a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes Followed some clues from my detective bag And discovered: red stripes on the American flag! Betsy Ross... Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian spy Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy To my knowledge there's just one man That's really a true American That's George Lincoln Rockwell I know for a fact he hates Commies 'cause he picketed the movie Exodus Well, I finally started thinkin' straight When I run outta things to investigate Couldn't imagine nothing else So now I'm home investigatin' myself! Hope I don't find out too much... Good God!

Now we all agree with Hitler's views Although he killed six million Jews It don't matter too much that he was a Fascist At least you can't say he was a Communist! That's to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria Well, I investigated all the books in the library Ninety percent of 'em gotta be burned away I investigated all the people that I knowed Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go The other two percent are fellow Birchers... just like me

This is called, "Talkin' John Birch PARANOID Blues"!

It's a fictitious story...

Well, I was feelin' sad and kind of blue I didn't know what I was gonna do The Communists were comin' around They were in the air They were on the ground They were all over So I ran down most hurriedly And joined the John Birch Society I got me a secret membership card Went back to my back yard Started lookin' On the sidewalk 'Neath the rose bush I was lookin' everywhere for them gol-darned Reds I got up in the mornin' looked under my bed Looked behind the kitchen, behind the door Even tore loose the kitchen floor Couldn't find any... I looked beneath the sofa, beneath the chair Lookin' for them reds everywhere I looked way up my chimney hole Even deep down inside my toilet bowl They got away... I heard some footsteps by the front porch door So I grabbed my shotgun from the floor Snuck around the house with a huff and a hiss Saying "Hands up, you communist!" It was the mailman He punched me out Well, I quit my job so I could work alone Got a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes Following some clues from my detective bag I discovered there was red stripes on the American flag! Did you know about Betsy Ross...? Well, I was sittin' home alone an' I started to sweat I figured they was in my television set I peeked behind the picture frame Got a shock from my feet that hit my brain Them Reds did it! The ones on Hootenanny! Well, I finally started thinkin' straight When I run outta things to investigate I couldn't imagine doing anything else So now I'm home investigatin' myself! Hope I don't find out too much... Good God!

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

VII

D

/c

D

/c

Cold black glass don't make no mirror

D

/c

D

/c

Cold black water don't make no tears

G/d

You say you love me with what may be love

D

/c

D

/c

Don't you remember makin' baby love?

Em

F#m

Yes, you got your steam drill, now you're lookin' for some kid

Em

F#m

To get it to work for you like your nine-pound hammer did

D

Dadd2

D

Dadd2

D

G/d

D

Dadd2

But I know that you know that I know that you show

Em

F#m

A

Something is tearing up your mind

D

Tell me, momma Tell me, momma Tell me, momma

Em

F#m

D

What is it? What's wrong with you this time? Black sun glass can't make pony run Tombstone babes, y'all can get it done Fool's gold in your teeth and cemetery hips Get outside of your graveyard lips Yes, everybody's wonderin' when your friendship's gonna end But come on, baby, I'm your friend! And I know that you know that I know that you show Something is tearing up your mind Tell me, momma Tell me, momma Tell me, momma What is it? What's wrong with you this time? Oh it's sure pleasing but your face is red But he can't get it, he's almost dead Everybody sees you on your window ledge How long's it gonna take for you to get off the edge? You just gonna make everybody jump and roar Now, whatcha wanna go and do that for? For I know that you know that I know that you know Something is tearing up your mind Tell me, momma Tell me, momma Tell me, momma What is it? What's wrong with you this time?

Capo:

III

G

C/g

G

C/g

G

If today was not an endless highway

G

C/g

G

If tonight was not a crooked trail

C/g

D/f#

C/g

G

If tomorrow wasn't such a long time

C/g

D/f#

C/g

G

Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all

C/g

D/f#

C/g

G

Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'

C/g

D/f#

C/g

G

If I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'

C/g

D/f#

C/g

G

Yes, and only if she was lyin' by me

C/g

D7/f#

C/g

G

I'd lie in my bed once again I can't see my reflection in the waters I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps Or can't remember the sound of my own name Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'... There's beauty in the silver, singin' river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'...

Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D/E)

D 000000 Gadd9/b x20100 D/f# 400004

G/d 020120 Dsus4/a x00100 G/d 020100

Dsus4 000100 A7/e 200100 A/c# x40300

D

If today was not an crooked highway If tonight I could finally stand tall

G/d

D

Dsus4

D

If tomorrow wasn't such a long time

Gadd9/b

Dsus4/a

A7/e

D

Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all

Gadd9/b

Dsus4/a

D/f#

Yes and only if my own true love was waitin'

Gadd9/b

Dsus4/a

D/f#

Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'

Gadd9/b

Dsus4/a

D

G/d

D

Only if she was lyin' by me

Gadd9/b

A/c#

D

Then I'd lie in my bed once again

Intro riff: 2nd gtr harmony (from 1st chorus)

A*

. . . | . . .

A

. . . | . . .

|---------------------------| |---------------------------|

|---------------------------| |-------------------1-------|

|---------------------------| |-------0--0--2--2-----2-0--|

|---------------------------| |-2--2----------------------|

|-0--0--3--3--5--5--b7r5-3--| |---------------------------|

|---------------------------| |---------------------------|

A

If today was not an endless highway If tonight was not a crooked trail

D7

A

If tomorrow wasn't such a long time

D

A

Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all

D7

A

And if only my own true love was waitin'

D

A

If I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'

D

A

If only she was lyin' by me

A*

Then I'd lie in my bed once again

G

There's an iron train

G

/e

/d

/b

/g

/e

/d

/b

C

There's an iron train a-travelin' been a-rollin' through the years

D

G

With a firebox of hatred and a furnace full of fears

G

/e

/d

/b

/g

/b

C

If you ever heard its sound or seen its blood-red broken frame

C/b

/b

/a

/b

/c

/d

G

Then you know my voice and you've heard my name

G

/e

/d

/b

/g

/b

C

Did you ever stop to wonder 'bout the hatred that it holds?

/b

D7/a

G

Have you ever seen its passengers, its crazy mixed-up souls?

G

/e

/d

/b

/e

/d

C

Have you ever started thinkin' that you gotta stop that train?

C

/b

/a

/b

/c

/d

G

Then you know my voice and you've heard my name

G

/e

/d

/b

/a

C

Have you ever had it on your lips or said it in your head

C

/b

D7/a

G

That the person standin' next to you just might be misled?

G

/e

/d

/b

/g

/b

C

Have you ever looked around and been confused at what you've seen?

C

/b

/c

/b

/a

G

Then you know my voice and you've heard my name

Additional verses not sung in the Broadside recording:

Do you ever get tired of the preachin' sounds of fear When they're hammered at your head and pounded in your ear? Have you ever asked about it and not been answered plain? Then you know my voice and you've heard my name I'm a-wonderin' if the leaders of the nations understand This murder-minded world that they're leavin' in my hands Have you ever laid awake at night and wondered 'bout the same? Then you know my voice and you've heard my name Do the kill-crazy bandits and the haters get you down? Does the preachin' and the politics spin your head around? Does the burning of the buses give your heart a pain? Then you know my voice and you've heard my name

Capo:

I

C

I'm troubled and I don't know why

F

C

I'm troubled and I don't know why

G

F

G

The trouble on my mind is driving me blind

F

G

C

I'm troubled and I don't know why Oh, what did the morning say? Oh, what did the morning say? Well, it rolled from the night with a dark dreary light Sayin' another old weary day What did the newspaper tell? What did the newspaper tell? Well, it rolled in the door and it laid on the floor Sayin' things ain't goin' so well What did the television squall? What did the television squall? Well, it roared and it boomed and it bounced around the room And it never said nothing at all What did the movie-screen lecture? What did the movie-screen lecture? Well, it heated and it froze and it took off all its clothes And I left in the middle of the picture

Recorded Mar-1963 as a Witmark Demo. Released on The Bootleg Series 1-3

Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D/E)

Capo:

V

D 000000

G/d 020100

A7sus4 x02100

D

G/d

D

G/d

D

Well, I'm walkin' down the line

G/d

D

I'm walkin' down the line

G/d

D

An' I'm walkin' down the line

G/d

D

My feet 'll be a-flyin'

A7sus4

G/d

D

To tell about my troubled mind I got a heavy-headed gal I got a heavy-headed gal I got a heavy-headed gal She ain't feelin' well When she's better only time will tell Well, I'm walkin' down the line I'm walkin' down the line An' I'm walkin' down the line My feet 'll be a-flyin' To tell about my troubled mind My money comes and goes My money comes and goes My money comes and goes And rolls and flows and rolls and flows Through the holes in the pockets in my clothes Well, I'm walkin' down the line I'm walkin' down the line An' I'm walkin' down the line My feet 'll be a-flyin' To tell about my troubled mind I see the morning light I see the morning light Well it's not because I'm an early riser I didn't go to sleep last night Well, I'm walkin' down the line I'm walkin' down the line An' I'm walkin' down the line My feet 'll be a-flyin' To tell about my troubled mind I got my walkin' shoes I got my walkin' shoes I got my walkin' shoes An' I ain't a-gonna lose I believe I got the walkin' blues Well, I'm walkin' down the line I'm walkin' down the line An' I'm walkin' down the line My feet 'll be a-flyin' To tell about my troubled mind

Based on the folk song The Road and Miles to Dundee.

G

C

G

Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely

/g

/b

/c

D/f#

No younger than twelve, no older and seventeen

G

C

G

Thrown in like bandits and cast off like criminals

C

/b

/a

G

D

/c

/b

G

Inside the walls, on the grounds of Red Wing From the dirty old mess hall you march to the brick wall Too weary to talk and too tired to sing Oh, it's all afternoon you remember your home town Inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing Oh, the gates are cast iron and the walls are barbed wire Stay far from the fence with the 'lectricity sting And it's keep down your head and stay in your number Inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing Oh, it's fare thee well to the deep hollow dungeon Farewell to the boardwalk that takes you to the screen And farewell to the minutes they threaten you with it Inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing It's many a guard that stands around smilin' Holdin' his club like he was a king Hopin' to get you behind a wood pilin' Inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing The night aimed shadows through the crossbar windows And the wind punched hard to make the wall-siding sing It's many a night I pretended to be a-sleepin' Inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing As the rain rattled heavy on the bunk-house shingles And the sounds in the night, they made my ears ring 'Til the keys of the guards clicked the tune of the morning Inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing Oh, some of us 'll end up in St. Cloud Prison And some of us 'll wind up to be lawyers and things And some of us 'll stand up to meet you on your crossroads From inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing

Co-written with Johnny Cash

C

D

Wanted man in California, wanted man in Buffalo

G

F

C

Wanted man in Kansas City, wanted man in Ohio Wanted man in Mississippi, wanted man in old Cheyenne Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man I might be in Colorado, or Georgia by the sea Workin' for some man who may not know at all who I might be If you ever see me comin', and if you know who I am Don't you breath it to nobody 'cause you know I'm on the lamb Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jeannie Brown Wanted man by Nelly Johnson, wanted man in this Tex town Well, I've had all that I wanted of a lot of things I had And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad I got sidetracked in El Paso, stopped to get myself a map Went the wrong way in Pleura with Juanita on my back Then I went to sleep in Shreveport, woke up in Abilene Wonderin' why I'm wanted at some town half way between Wanted man in Albuquerque, wanted man in Syracuse Wanted man in Tallahassee, wanted man in Baton Rouge There's somebody set to grab me anywhere that I might be And wherever you might look tonight you might get a glimpse of me Wanted man in California, wanted man in Buffalo Wanted man in Kansas City, wanted man in Ohio Wanted man in Mississippi, wanted man in ol' Cheyenne Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man

Well, I'm going to Chicago, going on the Western Road Yes, I'm going to Chicago, going on the Western Road There are good times in Baltimore, but my life's a heavy load Well, I might take a train, I might take a plane But if I have to walk I'll be going to Chicago just the same Well, I'm going to Chicago, going on the Western Road There are some bad times in Baltimore, I can't take this load Have you seen, have you seen, have you seen Miss Maggie-Ann? Have you seen, have you seen, have you seen Miss Maggie-Ann? Well, I wanna tell you there's one kind of woman who is missing her man Saw her on the street on Friday, by Saturday she was gone I looked for her on Thursday, but she had moved along Oh, Miss Maggie-Ann, has anyone seen Miss Maggie-Ann? Well, let me tell you there's one woman, one woman sure missing her man

Recorded 14-Nov-1962 and 06-Dec-1962 during the Freewheelin' sessions.

There are lots of variations from verse to verse, but it's not as hard as it looks.

Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D/E)

Capo:

V

D 000000 D(iii) 054300 / 004300 / 004350

G/d 020100 A7 x02100 / x02140

D/f# 404300 A 777777

Instrumental verse

D

G/d

D

G/d

Tell me what you're gonna do

D

G/d

D

When the shadow comes under your door

G/d

D

G/d

D

G/d

Tell me what you're gonna do

D

A

When the shadow comes under your door

D

G/d

D

Tell me what you're gonna do

G/d

D

When the shadow comes under your door

D(iii)

A7

O Lord, O Lord

D

G/d

D

G/d

D

G/d

D

G/d

What shall you do? Tell me what you're gonna do When the devil calls your cards Tell me what you're gonna do When the devil calls your cards Tell me what you're gonna do When the devil calls your cards Oh Lord, Oh Lord What shall you do? Tell me what you're gonna do When your water turns to wine Tell me what you're gonna do When your water turns to wine Tell me what you're gonna do When your water turns to wine O Lord, O Lord What shall you do? Tell me what you're gonna do When you can't play God no more Tell me what you're gonna do When you can't play God no more Tell me what you're gonna do When you can't play God no more O Lord, O Lord What shall you do? Tell me what you're gonna do When the shadow comes creepin' in your room Tell me what you're gonna do When the shadow comes creepin' in your room Tell me what you're gonna do When the shadow comes creepin' in your room O Lord, O Lord What should you do?

Tuning: CADGBE (Drop C)

Capo:

VII

(Dylan's guitar)

Robbie's guitar is uncapoed: here is one of his little "du du du" figures:

G(7)

. . . : . . .

D7

.

|-/7---------------|-----------------|----------

|------8-------8---|-----------------|-----3----

|----------9b------|-9b--\5----------|-----5----

|------------------|---------8---5---|-----4---- etc

|------------------|-----------------|-5--------

|------------------|-----------------|----------

C

What kind of friend is this Hmm hmm hmm hmm [...]

F

What kind of friend is this

C

Speakin' like an awful man

G7

F

She don't form part of me

G7

F

She don't long to follow me

C

Well, every kind of thing I was... Doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo

G7

Doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo

That was the run

Doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo

C

Tell me what kind of friend is this What kind of friend is this? Who loves me behind my back What kind of friend is this Shows up every place I've been She act kind of 'lone But she don't She making a loan But you know she won't She got a language [in] the morning And she's making it on my bed Aw, what kind of friend is this What kind of friend is this Makin' [...] What kind of friend is this Losing up anything Back off, [boy] When she goes down Lay down laid [?] She's walking around Well, she ain't got nothin' But she's teedle toodle tummin' on a Pack of beans Tell me what kind of friend is this?

F

Well she [don't lean if she don't man]

C

You know she's gonna be her dog

F

She done gone, She no ho

C

G7

Heat stopped a-beating and she [...] Well, what kind of friend is this Make me holler to and fro Who wants to go everywhere I wanna go Back off, she Don't care for me [...] own lady If she could only see I'd give her everything If she comes back along to this [hiss?] Tell me what kind of friend is this?

Basic pattern:

E

A

|-0----0----0----0----||-0----0----0----0----||

|-0----0----0----0----||-2----2----2----2----||

|-1----1----1----1--0-||-2----2----2----2--0-||

|-2----2----2----2--0-||-2----2----2----2--0-||

|-2----2----2----2----||-0----0----0----0----||

|-0----0----0----0----||---------------------||

E

A

E

Well I got troubles, troubles on my mind

A

E

Yes, when I got those troubles, troubles on my mind

B7

A

E

Well, I'm gonna forget my troubles, leave my troubles behind

B7

Behind

E

A

E

I'm gonna swing it up, swing down

A

E

Grab my baby, and wind, wind, wind

A

E

Well, swing your troubles, swing your troubles away

B7

A

E

Well, swing, baby, swing your troubles today : . .

A

E

. .

A

E

. . .

|---------------------|---------------------|---------------------|

|--------------0-2--0-|--------------0-2--0-|---------------------|

|--------------0-2--0-|-1------------0-2--0-|-1-------------------|

|--------------0-2--0-|-2------------0-2--0-|-2-------------------|

|---------------------|-2-------------------|-2-------------------|

|---------------------|---------------------|---------------------|

Swing it up swing it down grab the baby...

Capo:

III

Verse pattern: Chorus, last line:

F

C/e

G/d

C

F

G

G6

G7

C

|-------------------||--1---------------|

|---1---1---0---1---||--1---------------|

|---2---0---0---0---||--2---0-0-0---0---|

|-3---2---0---------||--3---0-2-3---2---|

|-------------3-----||--3---2-------3---|

|-------------------||--1---3-3-3-------|

C

F

G

C

Who killed Davey Moore?

F

G

G6

G7

C

Why an' what's the reason for?

F

C/e

G/d

C

"Not I," says the referee "Don't point your finger at me I could've stopped it in the eighth An' maybe kept him from his fate But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure At not gettin' their money's worth It's too bad he had to go But there was a pressure on me too, you know It wasn't me that made him fall No, you can't blame me at all" Who killed Davey Moore? Why an' what's the reason for? "Not us," says the angry crowd Whose screams filled the arena loud "It's too bad he died that night But we just like to see a fight We didn't mean for him t' meet his death We just meant to see some sweat There ain't nothing wrong in that It wasn't us that made him fall No, you can't blame us at all" Who killed Davey Moore? Why an' what's the reason for? "Not me," says his manager Puffing on a big cigar "It's hard to say, it's hard to tell I always thought that he was well It's too bad for his wife an' kids he's dead But if he was sick, he should've said It wasn't me that made him fall No, you can't blame me at all" Who killed Davey Moore? Why an' what's the reason for? "Not me," says the gambling man With his ticket stub still in his hand "It wasn't me that knocked him down My hands never touched him none I didn't commit no ugly sin Anyway, I put money on him to win It wasn't me that made him fall No, you can't blame me at all" Who killed Davey Moore? Why an' what's the reason for? "Not me," says the boxing writer Pounding print on his old typewriter Sayin', "Boxing ain't to blame There's just as much danger in a football game" Sayin', "Fist fighting is here to stay It's just the old American way It wasn't me that made him fall No, you can't blame me at all" Who killed Davey Moore? Why an' what's the reason for? "Not me," says the man whose fists Laid him low in a cloud of mist Who came here from Cuba's door Where boxing ain't allowed no more "I hit him, yes, it's true But that's what I am paid to do Don't say murder, don't say kill It was destiny, it was God's will" Who killed Davey Moore? Why an' what's the reason for?

Tuning: EAC#EAE (Open A)

Capo:

IV

Recorded by Cynthia Gooding and later during the Freewheelin' sessions.

This is the basic lick that dominates the song. It is played between most of

the text lines. The variations are ample, especially in the last part of the

lick, where an extra beat is often inserted (see the variants below).

: . . . : . . . : . . .

|-----5-5-3-3-0-0-|-0-0-------------|-----0-----------|-----

|-----0-0-0-0-5-5-|-3-3-0-0---------|-----0-----------|-----

|-----------------|-0-0-5-5-2-2-----|-----0-----------|-----

|-----------------|-----0-0-1-1-0-0-|-----0-----------|-----

|-0---------------|-------------3-3-|-0-----------3---|-0---

|-0---------------|-----------------|-0-----------3---|-0---

There are two possible ways of playing the second beat of the second measure.

Either as written (000500), which is what Dylan plays, or with all the strings

open (000000). That would ensure a smoother transition to the next shape (x01200).

The last chord in the second line of the tab (x02100) sound like a mistake. It

only occurs at the very beginning of the song, so it's likely that he misplaced

the fingers, playing the more common shape instead of the "correct" x01200).

A 000000

D 201200 or x01200

A7 003300

A

D

A

And when I left Wichita the weather was blowing free

D

A

And when I left Wichita the wind was blowing free

A7

D

A

Well, my papa said, "Son, Watch out, you might catch that old TB"

A7

D

A

When I landed in West Memphis, Lord, I never had a dime

D

A

When I landed in West Memphis, Lord, I never had a dime

A7

D

A

Operator said, "Son, you ain't no friend of mine" Operator, operator Let a poor boy ride Operator, operator, oh Let a poor boy ride Can't you see my standing here, how tears are running down my eyes

A

D

. . : . . .

A

. .

D

A

. . .

|-----0-----0-0---|---0-0-----0-0---|-0---0-------0---|-0---0------------

|-----2-----2-2---|---2-2-----2-2---|-0-----------2---|-0---0------------

|-----1-----1-1---|---1-1-----1-1---|-0-----------1---|-0---0------------

|-0---------------|-----------------|-----------------|------------------

ride Operator [...] let me ride your train [...] let me ride your train Lord, I'm standing in the weather, Lord, clouds look like it will rain Going down to Louisiana where that green river runs Going down to Louisiana where that green river runs Lord, I just went out, my ramblin' is just begun And when I left Wichita the weather was blowing free And when I left Wichita the wind was blowing free Well, my papa said, "Son, Watch out, you might catch that old TB"

Intro:

: . . . : . . . . : . . . : . . .

|-----5---3---0---|-0---0---0---0-------|-----0-----------|-----0-------0---|

|-----0---0---5---|-3---0---0---0-------|-----0-----------|-----0-------0---|

|-----0---0---0---|-0---5---2---0-------|-----0-----------|-----2-------2---|

|-----------------|-------------1-------|-----0-----------|-----1-------1---|

|-0---------------|-----------------3---|-----0-------3---|-----------------|

|-0---------------|---------------------|-0-----------3---|-0---------------|

: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .

|-0-------0-------|-----------------|-----0-------0---|-0-------0-------|

|-0-------0-------|-----------------|-0---3-------3---|-3-------0-------|

|-2-------2-------|-----0-------0---|-0---3-------3---|-3-------1-------|

|-1-------1-------|-----0-------0---|-0---0-------0---|-0-------2-------|

|-0-------0-------|-0---3-------3---|-0---0-------0---|-0-------0-------|

|-0-------0-------|-0---3-------3---|-0---------------|-----------------|

: . . . : . . . : . . . . .

|-----0-------0---|-----5---3-------|---------------------0-0-|

|-----0-------0---|-------------5---|-3-------------------0-0-|

|-----2-------2---|-----------------|-----5---3---0-------0-0-|

|-0---1-------1---|-----------------|-----------1---0-----0-0-|

|-0---0-------0---|-0---------------|-----------------3-------|

|-0---------------|-0---------------|-----------------3-------|

: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .

|-----0-0---------|-----0-------0---|-----0-----------|-----0-------0---|

|-0---------------|-----0-------0---|-----0-----------|-----0-------0---|

|-0-----------3---|-0---------------|-0-----------3---|-0-------0-------|

And : . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .

|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|

|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----2-------2---|-2---2-------2---|

|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|-0---1-------1---|-1---1-------1---|

|-0-------3-------|-0-------3-------|-0---0-----------|-0---------------|

|-0-------3-------|-0-------3-------|-0---------------|-2---------------|

when I left Wichita the weather was winding : . . . : . . . : . . .

|-----5---3-------|-----------------|-----0--------------

|-------------5---|-3---------------|-----0--------------

|-----------------|-----5---2-------|-----0--------------

|-----------------|---------1---0---|-----0--------------

|-0---------------|-------------3---|-0------------------

|-0---------------|-----------------|-0------------------

free

Outro:

: . . . : . . . : . . .

|-----5-5-3-3-0-0-|-0-0-------------|-----0-------0---|-0----||

|-----0-0-0-0-5-5-|-3-3-0-0---------|-----0-------3---|-3----||

|-----------------|-0-0-5-5-2-2-----|-----0-------3---|-3----||

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Bob Dylan : Misc 1960s

Ain't A-Gonna Grieve 1963

All Over You 1963

Baby, I'm In The Mood For You 1962

Ballad For A Friend 1962

Ballad Of Donald White 1962

Ballad Of The Gliding Swan 1962

Bob Dylan's New Orleans Rag 1963

Bound To Lose, Bound To Win 1963

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? 1965

Cuban Missile Crisis 1963

Death Of Emmett Till 1962

Denise, Denise 1964

Dusty Old Fairgrounds 1963

Eternal Circle 1963

Farewell 1963

Farewell Angelina 1965

Guess I'm Doin' Fine 1964

Gypsy Lou 1963

Hard Times In New York Town 1961

Hero Blues 1962

Hiding Too Long 1963

I'll Keep It With Mine 1965

I'd Hate To Be You On That Dreadful Day 1963

If I Was A King 1966

If You Gotta Go, Go Now 1964

I Rode Out One Morning 1963

I Wanna Be Your Lover 1965

I Was Young When I Left Home 1961

Jet Pilot 1965

John Brown 1962

Lay Down Your Weary Tune 1963

Let Me Die In My Footsteps 1962

Liverpool Gal 1962

Long Ago, Far Away 1962

Long Time Gone 1963

Love Is Just A Four Letter Word 1963

Lunatic Princess 1965

Mama, You Been On My Mind 1964

Man On The Street 1961

Mixed Up Confusion 1962

On A Rainy Afternoon 1966

Only A Hobo 1963

Paths Of Victory 1963

Percy's Song 1963

Poor Boy Blues 1962

Positively 4th Street 1965

Quit Your Low Down Ways 1962

Rambling Gambling Willie 1962

Rocks And Gravel 1962

Sally Gal 1962

Seven Curses 1963

She's Your Lover Now 1966

Sittin' On A Barbed Wire Fence 1965

Standing On The Highway 1962

Suze (The Cough Song) 1963

Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues 1962

Talkin' Devil 1963

Talkin' Hava Negilah Blues 1962

Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues 1963

Tell Me Momma 1966

Tomorrow Is A Long Time 1962

Train A-Travelin' 1963

Troubled And I Don't Know Why 1963

Walkin' Down The Line 1963

Walls Of Red Wing 1963

Wanted Man 1969

Western Road 1969

Whatcha Gonna Do 1962

What Kind Of Friend Is This? 1966

When I Got Troubles 1959

Who Killed Davey Moore? 1963

Wichita Blues (Going To Louisiana) 1963

Ain't A-Gonna Grieve
1963

All Over You
1963

Baby, I'm In The Mood For You
1962

Ballad For A Friend
1962

Ballad Of Donald White
1962

Ballad Of The Gliding Swan
1962

Bob Dylan's New Orleans Rag
1963

Bound To Lose, Bound To Win
1963

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?
1965

Cuban Missile Crisis
1963

Death Of Emmett Till
1962

Denise, Denise
1964

Dusty Old Fairgrounds
1963

Eternal Circle
1963

Farewell
1963

Farewell Angelina
1965

Guess I'm Doin' Fine
1964

Gypsy Lou
1963

Hard Times In New York Town
1961

Hero Blues
1962

Hiding Too Long
1963

I'll Keep It With Mine
1965

I'd Hate To Be You On That Dreadful Day
1963

If I Was A King
1966

If You Gotta Go, Go Now
1964

I Rode Out One Morning
1963

I Wanna Be Your Lover
1965

I Was Young When I Left Home
1961

Jet Pilot
1965

John Brown
1962

Lay Down Your Weary Tune
1963

Let Me Die In My Footsteps
1962

Liverpool Gal
1962

Long Ago, Far Away
1962

Long Time Gone
1963

Love Is Just A Four Letter Word
1963

Lunatic Princess
1965

Mama, You Been On My Mind
1964

Man On The Street
1961

Mixed Up Confusion
1962

On A Rainy Afternoon
1966

Only A Hobo
1963

Paths Of Victory
1963

Percy's Song
1963

Poor Boy Blues
1962

Positively 4th Street
1965

Quit Your Low Down Ways
1962

Rambling Gambling Willie
1962

Rocks And Gravel
1962

Sally Gal
1962

Seven Curses
1963

She's Your Lover Now
1966

Sittin' On A Barbed Wire Fence
1965

Standing On The Highway
1962

Suze (The Cough Song)
1963

Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues
1962

Talkin' Devil
1963

Talkin' Hava Negilah Blues
1962

Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues
1963

Tell Me Momma
1966

Tomorrow Is A Long Time
1962

Train A-Travelin'
1963

Troubled And I Don't Know Why
1963

Walkin' Down The Line
1963

Walls Of Red Wing
1963

Wanted Man
1969

Western Road
1969

Whatcha Gonna Do
1962

What Kind Of Friend Is This?
1966

When I Got Troubles
1959

Who Killed Davey Moore?
1963

Wichita Blues (Going To Louisiana)
1963