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Bob Dylan : The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan
1963

  1. Blowin' In The Wind
  2. Girl From The North Country
    3
  3. Masters Of War
  4. Down The Highway
  5. Bob Dylan's Blues
  6. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

  7. Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
    1
  8. Bob Dylan's Dream
  9. Oxford Town
  10. Talkin' World War III Blues
  11. Corrina, Corrina
    1
  12. Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance
  13. I Shall Be Free

Blowin' In The Wind

Capo:
VII
G
C
/b
D/a
G
How many roads must a man walk down
G
C
/b
G
Before you call him a man?
G
C
/b
D/a
G
Yes, and how many seas must a white dove sail
G
C
/b
D
/a
/f#
Before she sleeps in the sand?
G
C
/b
D/a
G
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
G
C
/b
G
Before they're forever banned?
C
/b
D/a
G
C
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
C
/b
D/a
G
The answer is blowin' in the wind How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head Pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind

Girl From The North Country

Capo:
III
Em9 0x403x
Em9
D7/f#
G
If you're travelin' in the north country fair
Em9
D7/f#
G
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Em
C
G
Remember me to one who lives there
Em9
D7/f#
G
She once was a true love of mine Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm To keep her from the howlin' winds Please see for me if her hair hangs long If it rolls and flows all down her breast Please see for me if her hair hangs long That's the way I remember her best I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all Many times I've often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day So if you're travelin' in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine

Masters Of War

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
Capo:
III
Cadd2 030030
Dm/f 003230 or 003030
G/b 020030
Dm
Cadd2
Dm
Cadd2
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|-2---2-2-2-2-|-2---2-2-0---|-0h2-2-2-2-2-|-0h2---2-0---| etc
|-0---0-0-0-0-|-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-----0-3---|
|-0---0-0-0-0-|-0---0-0-0---|-0---0-0-0-0-|-0-----0-0---|
Dm
Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes
Cadd2
Dm
You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks
Cadd2
I just want you to know
Dm
I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed
Dm/f
You ain't worth the blood
Cadd2
Dm
That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you
Cadd2
Even Jesus would never
G/b
Dm
Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death will come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed
Dm/f
And I'll stand o'er your grave
Cadd2
Dm
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Down The Highway

Tuning: DADGBD (Double Drop D)
Capo:
V
Recurring riff: An occasional flourish:
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D7
Well, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand
G
Yes, I'm walkin' down the highway
D7
(riff)
With my suitcase in my hand
A
Lord, I really miss my baby
(riff)
She's in some far-off land Well, your streets are gettin' empty Lord, your highway's gettin' filled And your streets are gettin' empty And your highway's gettin' filled Well, the way I love that woman I swear it's bound to get me killed Well, I been gamblin' so long Lord, I ain't got much more to lose Yes, I been gamblin' so long Lord, I ain't got much more to lose Right now I'm havin' trouble Please don't take away my highway shoes Well, I'm bound to get lucky, baby Or I'm bound to die tryin' Yes, I'm a-bound to get lucky, baby Lord, Lord I'm a-bound to die tryin' Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean And we'll leave this ol' highway behind Well, the ocean took my baby My baby stole my heart from me Yes, the ocean took my baby My baby took my heart from me She packed it all up in a suitcase Lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy So, I'm a-walkin' down your highway Just as far as my poor eyes can see Yes, I'm a-walkin' down your highway Just as far as my eyes can see From the Golden Gate Bridge All the way to the Statue of Liberty

Bob Dylan's Blues

Capo:
II
G* xxx087
G7* xxx065
G
Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto They are ridin' down the line Fixin' everybody's troubles
C
Everybody's 'cept mine
G
Somebody must've told 'em
C
(
C/b
)
D/a
G
That I was doin' fine
G*
. . .
G*
. . .
G*
.
G7*
.
C
. . .
G
.
D
.
G
Oh you five and ten cent women With nothin' in your heads I got a real gal I'm lovin' And Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead Go away from my door and my window too Right now Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track See no sports car run I don't have no sports car And I don't even care to have one I can walk anytime around the block Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me Up and down the street With my hat in my hand And my boots on my feet Watch out so you don't step on me Well, look-it here buddy You want to be like me Pull out your six-shooter And rob every bank you can see Tell the judge I said it was all right Yes!

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
Capo:
II
Based on the traditional song {Lord Randal}.
G(iii) 000433
A(v) 000655
* 000030
D
G/d
D
D
G/d
D
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
D
A(v)
And where have you been, my darling young one?
G(iii)
A(v)
D
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
G(iii)
A(v)
D
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
G(iii)
A(v)
D
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
G(iii)
A(v)
D
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
G(iii)
A(v)
D
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard *
D
A
D
G/d
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
D
A
D
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded with hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner's face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my song well before I start singin' And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

Capo:
IV
C
G
Am
/g
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
F
C
G
If'n you don't know by now
C
G
Am
/g
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
D7/f#
G
(
G6
G7
) It'll never do somehow
C
C7
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
F
D7/f#
Look out your window and I'll be gone
C
G
Am
/g
F
You're the reason I'm travelin' on
C
G
C
Don't think twice, it's all right
C
G
Am
/g
F
C
And it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe That light I never knowed And it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe I'm on the dark side of the road Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talkin' anyway But don't think twice, it's all right So it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal Like you never did before And it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal I can't hear you any more I'm a-thinkin' and a-wonderin' walkin' down the road I once loved a woman, a child I'm told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul But don't think twice, it's all right So long, honey babe Where I'm bound, I can't tell Goodbye is too good a word, gal So I'll just say fare thee well I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind You could have done better but I don't mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don't think twice, it's all right

Bob Dylan's Dream

Based on the traditional song Lord Franklin.
G
Am
While riding on a train goin' west
C/g
D/f#
I fell asleep for to take my rest
C
/b
G
C/g
G
I dreamed a dream that made me sad
D
C
/b
G
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had With half-damp eyes I stared to the room Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon Where we together weathered many a storm Laughin' and singin' 'til the early hours of the morn By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung Our words was told, our songs was sung Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied Jokin' and talkin' about the world outside With hungry hearts through the heat and cold We never much thought we could get very old We thought we could sit forever in fun And our chances really was a million to one As easy it was to tell black from white It was all that easy to tell wrong from right And our choices they was few and the thought never hit That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split How many a year has passed and gone And many a gamble has been lost and won And many a road taken by many a first friend And each one I've never seen again I wish, I wish, I wish in vain That we could sit simply in that room again Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that

Oxford Town

Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D)
Capo:
VI
D(iii) 004300 or 004350
G 020100
D
D(iii)
D
G
D
G
D
G
D
G
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D(iii)
G
D
Oxford Town, Oxford Town
G
D
Everybody's got their heads bowed down
G
D
The sun don't shine above the ground
G
D
Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town He went down to Oxford Town Guns and clubs followed him down All because his face was brown Better get away from Oxford Town Oxford Town, around the bend He come in to the door, he couldn't get in All because of the color of his skin What do you think about that, my friend? Me and my gal, my gal's son We got met with a tear gas bomb I don't even know why we come Goin' back where we come from Oxford Town in the afternoon Everybody singin' a sorrowful tune Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon Somebody better investigate soon Oxford Town, Oxford Town Everybody's got their heads bowed down The sun don't shine above the ground Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town

Talkin' World War III Blues

Capo:
III
G
C
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
D
/f#
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three
G
C
I went to the doctor the very next day
D
To see what kinda words he could say
/f#
G
/a
/b
He said it was a bad dream
C
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though (
/b
)
D
/f#
G
They were my own dreams and they're only in my head I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain" He said, "Nurse, get your pad, the boy's insane" He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!" As I landed on the psychiatric couch He said, "Tell me about it" Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast It was all over by quarter past I was down in the sewer with some little lover When I peeked out from a manhole cover Wondering who turned the lights on us Well, I got up and walked around Up and down the lonesome town I stood a-wondering which way to go I lit a cigarette on a parking meter And walked on down the road It was a normal day Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell And I leaned my head and I gave a yell "Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man" A shotgun fired and away I ran I don't blame them too much though They didn't know me Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand I seen a man I said, "Howdy friend, I guess there's just us two" He screamed a bit and away he flew Thought I was a Communist Well, I spied me a girl and before she could leave I said: "Let's go and play Adam and Eve" I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin' When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or somethin' You see what happened last time they started" Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown And there was nobody around I got into the driver's seat And I drove 42nd Street In my Cadillac Good car to drive after a war Well, I remember seein' some ad So I turned on my Conelrad But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill So the radio didn't work so well Turned on my record player It was Rock-A-Day Johnny singin' "Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah" I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue I needed somebody to talk to So I called up the operator of time Just to hear a voice of some kind "When you hear the beep It will be three o'clock" She said that for over an hour And I hung it up Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then Sayin', "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams But mine was a little different you see I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me I didn't see you around" Well, now time passed and now it seems Everybody's having them dreams Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else Half of the people can be part right all of the time And some of the people can be all right part of the time But all of the people can't be all right all of the time I think Abraham Lincoln said that "I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours" I said that

Corrina, Corrina

<Trad; Roud 10030>
Capo:
III
Same Roud number as "Alberta"...
Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D)
B
.
A
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Corrina Corrina, gal where you been so long? : . .
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Corrina Corrina, where you been so long? : . .
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I been
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worryin' ... baby, baby, please come home
E
Corrina, Corrina
A
B
A
E
Gal, where you been so long?
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B
A
E
Corrina, Corrina, Gal, where you been so long?
B
I been worryin' 'bout you, baby
A
B
E
Baby, please come home I got a bird that whistles I got a bird that sings I got a bird that whistles I got a bird that sings But I ain't a-got Corrina Life don't mean a thing : . . . : . . . : . . .
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 Corrina, Corrina Gal, you're on my mind Corrina, Corrina Gal, you're on my mind I'm a-thinkin' 'bout you, baby I just can't keep from crying

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance

<Henry Thomas>
There is a harmonica verse between each sung verse.
G
C
G
G
C
G
Honey, just allow me one more chance to get along with you
G
A7
D
Honey, just allow me one more chance, I'll do anything for you
G
G7
Well, I'm a-walkin' down the road with my head in my hand
C
A7
I'm lookin' for a woman needs a worried man
G
D
G
C
G
D
G
Just a-one kind favor I ask you, allow me just a-one more chance Honey, just allow me one more chance to ride your aeroplane Honey, just allow me one more chance to ride your passenger train Well, I've been lookin' all over for a gal like you I can't find nobody, so you'll have to do Just a-one kind favor I ask you, allow me just a-one more chance Honey, just allow me one more chance to get along with you Honey, just allow me one more chance, I'll do anything with you Well, lookin' for a woman that ain't got no man Is just lookin' for a needle that is lost in the sand Just a-one kind favor I ask you, allow me just a-one more chance It's just a-one kind favor I ask you, allow me just a-one more chance

I Shall Be Free

Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D)
Capo:
IV
D 000000
A 002100 or 002102
A/e 200100 or 202100
G 020100
Intro and between verses:
D
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A
. . . |
A
. . |
D
G
D
G
|
D
G
D
G
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D
.
A/e
Well, I took me a woman late last night
D
A/e
D
A/e
D
I's three-fourths drunk, she looked alright
A/e
Till she started peelin' off her onion gook
D
G
D
Took off her wig, said, "How do I look?"
G
D
G
D
G
D
G
D
I's high flyin'... bare naked...
G
D
A
Out the window! Well, sometimes I might get drunk Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride 'Cause I got my little lady right by my side She's a-tryin' to hide Pretendin' she don't know me I's out there paintin' on the old woodshed When a can a black paint it fell on my head I went down to scrub and rub But I had to sit in back of the tub Cost a quarter Half price Well, my telephone rang it would not stop It's President Kennedy callin' me up He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?" I said, "My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot Anita Ekberg, Sophia Loren" Country will grow Well, I got a woman five feet short She yells and hollers and screams and snorts She tickles my nose, pats me on my head Rolls me over and kicks me out of bed She's a man eater Meat grinder Bad loser Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' all the time I got a woman who works herself blind Works up to her bridges, up to her neck Writes me letters and sends me checks She's a humdinger Folk singer Late one day in the middle of the week Eyes were closed I was half asleep I chased me a woman up the hill Right in the middle of an air raid drill I jumped a fallout shelter I jumped a string bean I jumped a TV dinner I jumped a shotgun Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple Tellin' me he loves all kinds of people He's eatin' bagels He's eatin' pizza He's eatin' chitlins Oh, I sat me down on a television floor I flip the channel to number four Out of the shower comes a football man With a bottle of oil in his hand Greasy kid stuff What I want to know, Mr Football Man, is What do you do about Willy Mays and Martin Luther King Olatunji Well, the funniest woman I ever seen Was the great-granddaughter of Mr Clean She takes about fifteen baths a day Wants me to grow a moustache on my face She's insane! Well, ask me why I'm drunk all the time It levels my head and eases my mind I just walk along and stroll and sing I see better days and I do better things I catch dinosaurs I make love to Elizabeth Taylor Catch hell from Richard Burton!