Roll on John Bob Dylan [G]Doctor, doctor tell me the time of [C]day! Another bottle's empty, another penny [G]spent. He [G]turned around and he slowly walked [C]away. They [C]shot him in the back and down he [G]went. {soc Shine your [C]light Movin' [D]on You burned so [C]bright Roll on, [G]John {eoc From the Liverpool docks to the red-light Hamburg streets, Down in the quarry with the Quarrymen Playing to the big crowds, playing to the cheap seats. Another day in the life on your way to your jo (dylanchords.info)