Bob Dylan : Self Portrait

C

Am

All the tired horses in the sun

Em

G

How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done?

C

Am

Hmm......

Em

G

Hmm......

Same Roud number as "Corrina, Corrina"...

Alberta #1 is in 3/4 time, and the second chord of the verses is

D

.

Alberta #2 is in 4/4 time, and the second chord of the verses is

C

.

Alberta #3 is the same as #2, but abandonded after the second verse.

Harp:

C

(cross harp)

G

C/g

G

x2

Em

C

G

C/g

G

Alberta let your hair hang low

G

C

G

C/g

G

Alberta let your hair hang low

C

G

I'll give you more gold

G

/f#

Em

Than your apron strings can hold

G

D

G

C/g

G

If you'd only let your hair hang low

1 verse instrumental between verses

Alberta what's on your mind Alberta what's on your mind You keep me worried and bothered All of the time Alberta what's on your mind Alberta don't you treat me unkind Alberta don't you treat me unkind Oh my heart is so sad 'Cause I want you so bad Alberta don't you treat me unkind Alberta let your hair hang low Alberta let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold Than your apron can hold If you'll only let your hair hang low

The D7 at the end of the bridge starts out as a D9 (xx0210 or x54550)

G

C

G

D

C

I forgot more than you'll ever know about her

C

G/b

Am

G

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G

D

You think you know the smile on her lips

G

The thrill and the touch of her fingertips

C

G

D

C

But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her

C

G/b

Am

G

You think you'll find a heaven of bliss In each caress, in each tender kiss But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her

C

You stole her love from me one day

G

You didn't care how it hurt me

A7

But you can never steal away

D7

Memories of what used to be You think she's yours, to have and to hold Someday you'll learn, when her love grows cold But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her

Am

G

Am

G

Am

I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in the good old golden days

Am

G

Am

G

Am

They call me a bummer and a gin sot too, but what cares I for praise?

C

Am

C

Am

I wander around from town to town, just like a roving sign

C

Am

G

Am

And all the people all say "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49

F

C

In the days of old, in the days of gold

F

C

How oftentimes I repine

F

C

For the days of old when we dug up the gold

Am

In the days of '49 Our comrades they all loved me well, jolly saucy crew! A few hard cases I will recall, though they all were brave and true Whatever the pick, they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine

F

C

Am

Like good old bricks, they stood the kicks, in the days of '49 In the days of old, in the days of gold... There was New York Jake, the butcher's boy, he was always getting tight And every time that he'd get full, he was sporting for a fight Then Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Sign And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49 In the days of old, in the days of gold... There was Poker Bill, one of the boys, who was always in a game Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same He would ante up and draw his cards, and would go a hat-full blind In a game with death, bill lost his breath in the days of '49 (oh my goodness!) In the days of old, in the days of gold... There was ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget He would roar all day, and he'd roar all night, and I guess he's roaring yet One day he fell in a prospect hole in a roaring bad design And in that hole, he roared out his soul in the days of '49 In the days of old, in the days of gold... Oh the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast And I'm left alone in my misery, like some old poor wandering ghost And I pass by from town to town, they call me the ramblin' sign There goes Tom Moore of bummer's shore in the days of '49 In the days of old, in the days of gold... In the days of old, in the days of gold...

C

G

C

G

C

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand

Dm

G

C

And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand

Dm

G

C

I'm a long way from home and I miss my love one so

G

C

In the early morning rain with nowhere to go

G

C

Out on runway number nine big 707 set to go I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow The liquor tasted good and the women all are fast There she goes my friend, she's rolling down at last

G

C

Dm

G

C

Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines She'll be flying over my home in about three hours' time

G

C

Dm

G

C

This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground cold and drunk as I might be You can't hop a jetplane like you can a freight train

Dm

G

C

So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain

G

A

G

Went out last night just to take a little round

F#

I met my little Sadie and I brought her down

G#

I ran right home and I went to bed

A

With a forty-four smokeless under my head

A

I began to think what a deed I'd done I grabbed my hat and I began to run I made a god run but I ran too slow

Bb

They overtook me down in Jericho

F

Standing on a corner I's ringin' my bell

F#

Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville

G

G#

He says "Young man, is your name Brown?

C#m

Remember you blowed Sadie down"

C#m

"Oh yes sir, my name is Lee

G#m

I murdered little Sadie in the first degree

F#m

First degree and second degree

Bm

F#

If you've got any papers will you serve them to me?"

D

A

Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black

G

D

They put me on a train and they sent me back

A

I had no one for to go my bail

G

D

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Dsus4

D

Dsus2

D

:| They crammed me back into the county jail... oh, yes they did

C

Now, the judge and the jury they took their stand

F

Fm

The judge had the papers in his right hand

C

Am

Forty-one days, forty-one nights

F

Fm

Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes... oh, no!

C

Am

Went out last night to take a little round

Em

G7

I met little Sadie and I blowed her down

C

Em

I ran right home and I went to bed

F

Dm

Fm

C

A forty-four smokeless under my head

G11 3x3211 or 333211

G6 320000

C

G11

C

G/b

I bless the day I found you

Am

G6

I want my arms around you

F

C/e

And so I beg you

Dm

G11

C

Let it be me

G11

. .

G6

Don't take this heaven from me If you must cling to someone Now and forever Let it be me

F

Em

Each time we meet love

F

C

I find complete love

F

C

Without your sweet love

F

E7

What would life be? So never leave me lonely Tell me that you love me only And say you'll always Let it be me

Instrumental bridge

So never leave me lonely Tell me you love me only And say you'll always Let it be me

A

Went out last night to take a little round

G

I met my little Sadie and I brought her down

A

I ran right home and I went to bed

G

A

With a forty-four smokeless under my head I began to think what a deed I'd done I grabbed my hat and away I run I made a god run but I run too slow They overtook me down in Jericho Standing on a corner ringin' my bell Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville He said "Young man is you name Brown? Remember the night you blowed Little Sadie down" "Oh, yes sir, my name is Lee I murdered little Sadie in the first degree First degree and second degree If you've got any papers will you serve them to me?" Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black They put me on a train and they brought me back I had no one for to go my bail They crammed me back into the county jail The judge and the jury they took their stand The judge had the papers in his hand Forty-one days, forty-one nights Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes

Instrumental verse

E7

A

12-bar blues in Ab

G7sus4 xx3013

C/e xx2013

C

F

One evenin' for pleasure I rambled to view

C

G

C

The fair fields all alone

C

F

Down by the banks of Loch Erin

G

C

Where beauty and pleasure were known

Am

Em

I spied a fair maid at her labor

Am

G

Which caused me to stay for a while

C

Am

Em

And I thought of a goddess of beauty

F

Fm

C

The blooming bright star of Bright Isle

C

Am

Em

I humbled myself to her beauty

F

G

C

"Fair maiden where do you belong?

C

Am

Em

Are you from heaven descended

Dm

G7

Abidin' in Cupid's fair throne"

Am

Em

"Young man I will tell you a secret

Am

Em

It's true I'm a maid that is poor

C

Am

And to part from my vows and my promise

F

Fm

Is more that my heart can endure

C

Em/b

Am

Therefore I'll remain at my service

Em

G

And go through all my hardship and toil

C

Em/b

Am

And wait for the lad that has left me

F

G

C

All alone on the banks of Belle Isle" |

C

Am

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Em

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G

G7sus4

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C/e

G

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C

Am

Em

"Young maiden I wish not to banter

F

G

C

'Tis true I've come here in disguise

C

Em/b

Am

I came here to fulfill our last promise

Dm

G

And hoped to give you a surprise

Am

G

I own you're a maid I love dearly

Am

Em

G

And you've been in my heart all the while

C

Em/b

Am

For me there is no other damsel

F

G

C

Than my blooming bright star of Belle Isle" |

C

Am

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Em

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F

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C

Em/b

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Am

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F

G

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Bb

G

F

Eb

C

G7

C

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C

Since you've been gone

F

I've been walking around

C

G

C

With my head bowed down to my shoes

G7

I've been living the blues

C

Every night without you

G

/g

/a

/b

I don't have to go far To know where you are Strangers all give me the news I've been living the blues Every night without you

F

I think that it's best

F

I soon get some rest

C

G

C

And forget my pride

D

But I can't deny

D

This feeling that I

G

F

Dm

Em

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Am

. . .

F

.

/a

/b

Carry for you deep down inside If you see me this way You'd come back and you'd stay Oh, how could you refuse I've been living the blues Every night without you

G

Am7

G

Am7

G

Am7

G

Am7

Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil

G

Am7

G

Am7

C

/b

Am

Fill it with new-made corn mash and never more you'll toil

C

G

You'll just lay there by the juniper

C

G

While the moon is bright

C

/b

Am

Watch them jugs a-filling

Cmaj7

G

In the pale moonlight

G

Am7

G

Am7

G

Am7

G

Am7

Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak

G

Am7

G

Am7

C

Don't use no green or rotten wood; they'll get you by the smoke

G

C

You'll just lay there by the juniper

G

C

While the moon is bright

G

C

Watch them jugs a-filling

G

In the pale moonlight

G

Am7

G

Am7

G

Am7

G

Am7

My daddy, he made whiskey; my granddaddy, he did too

G

Am7

G

Am7

Am

C

We ain't paid no whiskey tax since 1792

G

C

You'll just lay there by the juniper

G

C

While the moon is bright

G

C

Watch them jugs a-filling

G

In the pale moonlight

C

G

In the pale moonlight

A

Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long

D

A

Summer's almost gone, winter's coming on

A

F#m

Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long

C

D

A

And it seems like I've got to travel on

C

D

A

And it seems like I've got to travel on

A

Papa writes to Johnny. Johnny can't come home

D

A

Johnny can't come home. Johnny can't come home

A

F#m

Papa writes to Johnny. Johnny can't come home

D

A

Johnny's been out on the road too long Done laid around, done stayed around... That chilly wind will soon begin and I'll be on my way Going home to stay, going home to stay That chilly wind will soon begin and I'll be on my way And I feel like I just want to travel on Done laid around, done stayed around... There's a lonesome freight at 6:08 coming through the town I'll be homeward bound, I'll be homeward bound There's a lonesome freight at 6:08 coming through the town And I feel like I just want to travel on Done laid around, done stayed around...

C

Am

Blue moon, you saw me standing alone

Dm

G

C

Am

Without a dream in my heart

Dm

G

C

Am

Dm

G

Without a love of my own Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for

Dm

G

C

Am

Then suddenly there appeared before me

Dm

G

C

The only one my arms could ever hold

Fm

Bb

Eb

I heard someone whisper, "Please adore me"

G

D

G

And when I looked my moon had turned to gold Blue moon, now I am no longer alone Without a dream in may heart Without a love of my own Without a love of my own

C

Am

I'm just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told

G

F

C

I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles such are promises

Am

All lies and jest

G

F

C

Still a man hears What he wants to hear, and disregard the rest

G

C

La-la la, la-la la-la la-la la When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers, In the quiet of the railway station, running scared Laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know

Am

Lie-la-lie

G

Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

Am

Lie-la-lie

F

G

C

Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers, just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue I do declare There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Going on, where the New York city winters aren't bleeding me

Am

G

Leading me, going home In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame "I'm leaving, I am leaving," but the fighter still remains

F

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G

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/a

/b

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/g

/a

/b

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C

F

Why must you always try to make me over

G7

C

G7

Take me as I am or let me go

C

C7

F

White lilies never grow on stalks of clover

G7

C

F

C

/c

/b

/a

Take me as I am or let me go

G7

C

You're tryin' to reshape me in a mold love

D7

F

G

In the image of someone you used to know

C

/b

C7/bb

F

But I won't be a stand-in for an old love

G7

C

F

C

Take me as I am or let me go. [let me go] You tried to change me ever since you've met me Take me as I am or let me go If you can't overlook my faults, forget me Take me as I am or let me go You're tryin' to reshape me in a mold love In the image of someone you used to know But I won't be a stand-in for an old love Take me as I am or let me go

C

Em

These are the words of a frontier lad

Am

G

Who lost his love when he turned bad

C

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G

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C

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G

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C

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C

Take a message to Mary

F

G

C

But don't tell her where I am

C

Take a message to Mary

F

G

C

But don't say I'm in a jam

Am

Em

You can tell her that I had to see the world

Am

D

G

Tell her that my ship set sail

C

G

F

C

You can say she'd better not wait for me

Am

/g

Am

But don't tell her I'm in jail

C

G

C

Oh don't tell her I'm in jail Take a message to Mary But don't tell her what I've done Please don't mention the stagecoach And the shot from a careless gun You can tell her that I changed my plans And cancel out the weddin' day But don't mention my lonely cell Where I'm gonna pine away Until my dyin' day Take a message to Mary But don't tell all you know My heart is achin' for Mary Lord knows I miss her so Just tell her that I went to Timbuktu Tell that I'm searchin' for gold You can say she'd better find someone new To cherish and to hold Oh Lord, this cell is cold

C

C7

So run here baby, put your little hands in mine

F

Fm

I got something to tell you, I know you're gonna change your mind

C

A7

When things go wrong, so wrong with you

Ab

C

It hurts me too I want you babe just to understand I don't wanna be your boss babe, I just wanna be your man When things go wrong, so wrong with you It hurts me too Now when you go home, you don't have to get along Come back to me babe, where I live that's where you belong When things go wrong, so wrong with you It hurts me too I love you babe and you know that it's true I wouldn't mistreat you baby, nothin' in this world is like you When things go wrong, so wrong with you, it hurts me too Yes when things go wrong, so wrong with you It hurts me too So run here baby, put your little hand in mine I got something to tell you, I know that will change your mind When things go wrong, so wrong with you Don't you know it, don't you know it hurts me too

The last line of the chorus could be played

F

Em

Dm

C

as well.

C

F6

G11

C

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

F

C

Who's gonna let it roll?

C

Em

F6

G11

C

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

F

C

G7

C

Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

F

C

F

C

Oh, Lucky's drivin' a long, long time

F

C

G

And now he's stuck on top of the hill

F

C

F

C

With twelve forward gears, it's been a long hard climb

F

C

G

And with all of them ladies, though, he's lonely still Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it roll? Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul? Well, he deep in number and heavy in toil Mighty Mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load Beneath his boundaries, what more can I tell With all of his travelin', but I'm still on that road Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it roll? Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

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x9

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F

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Bob Dylan : Self Portrait
1970

All The Tired Horses

Alberta

I Forgot More Than You'll Ever Know

Days Of '49

Early Morning Rain

In Search Of Little Sadie

Let It Be Me

Little Sadie

Woogie Boogie

Belle Isle

Livin' The Blues

Copper Kettle

Gotta Travel On

Blue Moon

The Boxer

Take Me As I Am (Or Let Me Go)

Take A Message To Mary

It Hurts Me Too

Minstrel Boy

Wigwam

Bob Dylan : Self Portrait 1970

All The Tired Horses

Alberta

I Forgot More Than You'll Ever Know

Days Of '49

Early Morning Rain

In Search Of Little Sadie

Let It Be Me

Little Sadie

Woogie Boogie

Belle Isle

Livin' The Blues

Copper Kettle

Gotta Travel On

Blue Moon

The Boxer

Take Me As I Am (Or Let Me Go)

Take A Message To Mary

It Hurts Me Too

Minstrel Boy

Wigwam

Bob Dylan : Self Portrait
1970