Ring Them Bells Bob Dylan
[C]Ring them bells, ye heathen From the [F]city that [C]dreams,
[C]Ring them bells from the sanctuaries Cross the [G]valleys and streams,
For they're [F]deep and they're [C]wide And the [Am]world's on its [F]side
And [C]time is running [F]backwards And [F]so is the [C]bride.
[C]Ring them bells St. Peter Where the [F]four winds [C]blow,
[C]Ring them bells with an iron hand So the [G]people will know.
Oh it's [F]rush hour [C]now On the [Am]wheel and the [F]plow
And the [C]sun is going [F]down Upon the [F]sacred [C]cow.
[C]Ring them bells Sweet Martha, For the [F]poor man's [C]son,
[C]Ring them bells so the world will know That [G]God is one.
Oh the [F]shepherd is a[C]sleep Where the [Am]wil-lows [F]weep
And the [C]mountains are [F]filled With [F]lost [C]sheep.
[C]Ring them [Am]bells for the blind and [C]the deaf,
Ring them [Am]bells for all of us who are [G]left,
Ring them [Am]bells for the chosen [Am/G#]few
Who will judge the [Am7]many when the game [D7]is through.
Ring them [F]bells, for the time tha[C]t flies,
For the child that [Dm7]cries When innocenc[G]e dies.
[C]Ring them bells St. Catherine From the [F]top of the [C]room,
[C]Ring them from the fortress For the [G]lilies that bloom.
Oh the [F]lines are [C]long And the [Am]fighting is [F]strong
And they're [C]breaking down the [F]distance Between ri[F]ght and w[C]rong.
Play intro solo then song is finished. Sorry If I'm wrong.