Capo 6th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?

 How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?

 Yes and how many times must the cannon balls fly before they're forever banned?

 The answer my friend is blowing in the wind

 The answer is blowing in the wind

 (Harmonica's Solo)

How many years can a mountain exist before it is 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 that he just didn't see?

 The answer my friend is blowing in the wind

 The answer is blowing in the wind

 (Harmonica's Solo)

 Yes and 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 till he knows that too many people have died?

 The answer my friend is blowing in the wind

 The answer is blowing in the wind

 (Harmonica's Solo)

Girl From The North Country:

Intro

 Well, if you're travellin' 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.

 Well, if you go in the snowflake storm

When the rivers freeze and summer ends

 Please see she has 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.

Solo

So if you're travellin' 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.

Maters Of War:

Intro

Come you masters of war, you that build the big guns

You that build the death planes, you that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks

I just want you to know I can see through your masks

You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy

You play with my world like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes

Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old you lie and deceive

A world war can't be won, and 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 that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire

Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies and gets 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

You ain't worth the blood 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

Even Jesus would never 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 won't ever buy back your soul

And I hope that you die and your death will come soon

I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed

Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead

Down The Highway:

Intro

Well I'm walkin' down the highway with a suitcase inmy hand

 Yes I'm walkin' down the highway with a suitcase in my hand

 Lord I really miss my baby she's in some far-off land

With my suitcase in my hand.

Lord, I really miss my baby,

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,

  ( Riff(

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:

Intro

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto

They are ridin' down the line

Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles

Ev'rybody's 'cept mine

Somebody musta tol' 'em

That I was doin' fine

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 till 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

, D3RD, ,

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

, D3RD, ,

Well, lookit 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!

Finish off with instrumental solo

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall:

Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?

 Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?

 I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

 I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways

 I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

 I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

 I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

 And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

 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, and 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, and 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, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

 And 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, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

 And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Don't Think Twice, It's Alright:

Intro

 Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe

If you don't know by now

 An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe

It'll never do somehow

 When your rooster crows at the break of dawn

Look out your window and I'll be gone

You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on

 But don't think twice, it's all right

 An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe

 The light I never knowed

 An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe

I'm on the dark side of the road

 But 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 done before

 An' 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's too good a word, babe

So I 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

Intro

X2

Oxford Town, Oxford Town

Ev'rybody's got their heads bowed down

The sun don't shine above the ground

Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town

X2

He went down to Oxford Town

Guns and clubs followed him down

All because his face was brown

Better get away from Oxford Town

X2

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 frien'?

X2

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

X2

Oxford Town in the afternoon

Ev'rybody singin' a sorrowful tune

Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon

Somebody better investigate soon

X2

Oxford Town, Oxford Town

Ev'rybody'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:

This song is written after Bob Dylan experienced a bad dream about World War III. Very

that there will be a 3rd one anyway so don't worry.

Intro

Some time ago a crazy dream came to me,

 I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three,

I went to the doctor the very next day

To see what kinda words he could say.

He said it was a bad dream.

I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though,

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, this 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.

Well, I got up and walked around

 And 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,

I know I look funny.

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 a girl and before she could leave,

"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 sumpin',

You see what happened last time they started."

, , , , X3

Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown

And there was nobody aroun',

I got into the driver's seat

And I drove 42nd Street

In my Cadillac.

Good car to drive after a war.

, , , , X3

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 player-

It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin',

"Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa,

Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah."

, , , , X3

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.

, , , , X3

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."

, , , , X3

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,

Some of the people can be all right part of the time.

But all the people can't be all right all 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.

, , , , X3

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance:

 Harmonica Intro:

Honey, just allow me one more chance

 To get along with you.

Honey, just allow me one more chance,

 Ah'll do anything with you.

Well, I'm a-walkin' down the road

 With my head in my hand,

 I'm lookin' for a woman

 Needs a worried man.

Just-a one kind favor I ask you,

'Low 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,

'Low 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,

Ah'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,

 'Low me just-a one more chance.

I Shall Be Free:

Intro

, , , , ,, , , X2

Well, I took me a woman late last night,

I's three-fourths drunk, she looked uptight.

She took off her wheel, took off her bell,

Took off her wig, said, "How do I smell?"

I hot-footed it . . . bare-naked . . .

Out the window!

Intro

Well, sometimes I might get drunk,

Walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk.

Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride

'Cause I got my little lady right by my side.

(Right there

Proud as can be)

Intro

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

And I had to get out quick . . .

Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna)

Intro

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."

(Put 'em all in the same room with Ernest Borgnine!)

Intro

Well, I got a woman sleeps on a cot,

She yells and hollers and squeals a lot.

Licks my face and tickles my ear,

Bends me over and buys me beer.

(She's a honeymooner

A June crooner

A spoon feeder

And a natural leader)

Intro

Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' so heavy,

I got a woman who works on the levee.

Pumping that water up to her neck,

Every week she sends me a monthly check.

(She's a humdinger

Folk singer

Dead ringer

 For thing--muh jigger)

Intro

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.

It was Little Bo Peep!

(I jumped a fallout shelter

I jumped a bean stalk

I jumped a ferris wheel)

Intro

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-a people.

(He's eatin' bagels

He's eatin' pizza

He's eatin' chitlins

He's eatin' bullshit!)

Intro

Oh, set me down on a television floor,

I'll flip the channel to number four.

Out of the shower comes a grown-up man

With a bottle of hair oil in his hand.

(It's that greasy kid stuff.

What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is

What do you do about Willy Mays and Yul Brynner,

Charles de Gaulle

And Robert Louis Stevenson?)

Intro

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 cigar on my face.

(She's a little bit heavy!)

Intro

Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla 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!)

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