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Another Side Of Bob Dylan  Bob Dylan

[C]Beat or [G]cheat or [D]mistreat [G]you

C3rd G3rd D G
Simplify you classify you

[C]Deny de[G]fy or [D]cruci[G]fy you

G3rd C3rd G C G3rd
All I really want to do

is [D]baby be [G]friends with you. [C]   [G]   [D]   [G]   [C]   [G]   [D]   [G]   [C]   [G]

No and I ain't looking to fight with you
frighten you or uptighten you
drag you down or drain you down
chain you down or bring you down

All I ...

I ain't looking to block you up
shock or knock or lock you up
Analyze you categorize you
finalize you or advertise you

All I ...

I don't wanna straightface you
race or chase you, track or trace you
or disgrace you or displace you
or define you or confine you

All I ...

I don't wanna meet your kin
make you spin or do you in
or select or dissect you
or inspect you or or reject you

All I ...

I don't wanna fake you out
take or shake or forsake you out
I ain't looking for you to feel like me
see like me or be like me

All I ...


Black Crow Blues
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman,

I [G7]woke in the mornin', wand'rin',
[C7]Wasted and worn [G7]out.
I [C7]woke in the mornin', wand'rin',
Wasted and worn [G7]out.
[D7]Wishin' my long-lost lover
Will [D7]walk to me, talk to me,
Tell me what it's all a[G7]bout. [D7]
I was standin' at the side road
Listenin' to the billboard knock.
Standin' at the side road
Listenin' to the billboard knock.
Well, my wrist was empty
But my nerves were kickin',
Tickin' like a clock.

If I got anything you need, babe,
Let me tell you in front.
If I got anything you need, babe,
Let me tell you in front.
You can come to me sometime,
Night time, day time,
Any time you want.

Sometimes I'm thinkin' I'm
Too high to fall.
Sometimes I'm thinkin'
I'm Too high to fall.
Other times I'm thinkin' I'm
So low I don't know
If I can come up at all.

Black crows in the meadow
Across a broad highway.
Black crows in the meadow
Across a broad highway.
Though it's funny, honey,
I just don't feel much like a
Scarecrow today.


Spanish Harlem Incident
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman,

C x32010 G 320003 D xx0232
C3rd xx5553 G3rd xx5433

Intro: G C G

Gypsy [C]gal, the hands of [G]Harlem

Cannot [C]hold you to its [G]heat
You're tempera[C]ture is too hot for [G]tamin'
Your flamin' [C]feet are burnin' up the [G]street.
C3rd G3rd C3rd G
I am homeless come and take me

C3rd G3rd C3rd D
to the reach of your rattle and drums.

[C]Let me [G]know, babe,[C]   all a[D]bout my [G]fortune

C D G C D (strum eighths) G C D G C G
down along my restless palms.

Gypsy [C]gal, you got me swa[G]llowed

I have [C]fallen far be[G]neath
your perly [C]eyes so fast and [G]slashing
C3rd C G
and your flashing diamond teeth.

C3rd G3rd C3rd G
The night is pitchblack come and make my

C3rd G3rd C3rd D
pale face fit in the place of pleas.

[C]Let me [G]know, babe,[C]   I'm [D]nearly [G]drownin'

If it's [C]you, my [D]lifeline's [G]trace. [C]   [D]  [G]  [C]  [D]  [G]  [C]  [G]
G3rd C3rd C G
I've been wondering all about me

G3rd C3rd C G
ever since I've seen you there

G3rd C3rd C G
on your cliffs of your wild cat charms I'm riding

G C3rd C G
I know I'm round you but I don't know where.

C3rd G3rd C3rd G
You have slayed me you have made me

C3rd G3rd C3rd D
I've got to laugh half ways off my heels

I [C]got to [G]know, babe,[C]  oh will [D]you su[G]rround me

so I can [C]know if I am [D]really [G]real. [C]   [G]

Chimes of Freedom
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman,

??Tuned down 1/2 step??

Intro: G C C/B D Dsus4
C D G (notes: B C D G...)
[G]Far between the sundown's [C9]finish
and [G]midnights broken [C9]toll
we [G]ducked inside
C9 D G (notes: B C D G...)
the doorway as thunder went crashing

As [G]majestic bells of [C9]bolts
struck [G]shadows in the [C9]sounds
[G]seeming to be the [C9]chimes of [D]freedom [G]flashing
(notes on low E string and open D: G F# E D...)

[D]Flashing for the warriors
whose [G]strength is [C9]not to [G]fight
[C9]flashing for the [C9/B]refugees
of the [Am]unarmed road of [D]flight
and for [G]each and every [C9]underdog
[G]soldier in the [C9]night
G C9 D G (notes: B C D G...)
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

There are cities melted furnace
unexpectedly we watched
with faces hidden as the walls were tightening

As the echo of the wedding bells
before the blowing rain
dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Tolling for the rebel
tolling for the rake
tolling for the luckless
they are bound and damned forsaked
tolling for the outcasts
burning constantly at stake
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering
and the wild ripping hail
the sky cracked its farms in naked wonder

As the clanging of the church bells
blew far into the breeze
leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle
striking for the kind
striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
and the poet and painter
far behind his rightful time
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the wild cathedral evening
the rain unravelled tales
for a disrobed faceless farms of no position

Tolling for the tongues
with no place to bring their thoughts
all down and taken for granted situations

Tolling for the deaf and blind
tolling for the mute
for a mistreated maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute
for the misdemeanor outlaw
chained and cheated by pursuit
and we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though the cloud's white curtain
in a far off corner flowered
and the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting

Electric light still struck like arrows
fired but further ones
condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones
on their speechless seeking trail
for the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale
and for each unharmful gentle soul
misplaced inside a jail
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Starry eyes and laughing
as I recall when we were caught
trapped no track for ours for they hang suspended

As we listened one last time
and we watched with one last look
spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching
whose wounds cannot be nursed
or the countless confused accused misused
strung out ones and worse
and for every hung up person
in the whole wide universe
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Chord Tab:
E [G]3 [C9]3  [C9/B]3    [C]0 [D]2 [Am]0
[B]G [3]0 [3]0  [3]0    [1]0 [3]2 [1]2
D 0 2 0 2 0 2
A 2 3 2 3 x 0
E 3 x x x x x


I Shall Be Free No. 10
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman,

(Harmonica intro)
| . . . | . . . | . . | . . . . .
[D]  [Em]      [D]  [Em]     [D]    [G]      [C]      [D]     [G] 
[G]I'm just average, [C]common too
I'm [D]just like him, the same as you
I'm [G]everybody's [C]brother and son

I ain't different than anyone
[G]It ain't no use a-talking to me
It's just the [C]same as talking to you.

. . | . . . | . . .
[D]      [G]      [C]      [D]  [Em]      [D]  [Em]     [D]    
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
99, 100 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen.

Well, I don't know, but I've been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first
Wowee! pretty scary !

Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree
I want ev'rybody to be free
But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy !
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba.

Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He's a weird monkey, very funky.

I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat falling in my face
But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court.

I gotta woman, she's so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey.

Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf
I've got a million friends !

Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister's home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin'
I wound up with the Dean of Women
Yippee ! I'm a poet, and I know it
Hope I don't blow it.

I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds.

You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's probably got you baffled more
What this thing here is for
It's nothing
It's something I learned over in England


To Ramona
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman,

Capo II

[C]Ramona come closer, shut softly your watery eye[G]s  [G7]
The [G]pangs of your sadness shall pass as your senses will [C]rise
The [F]flowers of the city, though breathlike get deathlike at [G]times [G7]
And [G]there's no use in tryin' to deal with the dyin'
Though I cannot explain that in [C]lines. [C]

(Repeat for all other verses)

Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss
As to be under the strength of your skin
Your magnetic movements still capture the minutes I'm in
But it grieves my heart love to see you tryin to be a part of
A world that just don't exsist
It's all just a dream babe, a vacuum, a scheme babe
That sucks you into feeling like this

I can see that your head has been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on back to the south
You've been fooled into thinking that the finishing end is at hand
Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you
Cept the thought of yourself feelin' bad

I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one
And no one is better than you
If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win
and nothing to lose
>From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you making you feel
That you gotta be just like them

I'd forever talk to you but soon my words
would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart I know there's no help I can bring
Everything passes, everything changes
Just do what you think you should do
And someday maybe, who knows baby
I'll come and be crying to you.

Dionysus Burlesque


Motorpsycho Nitemare
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman,

Intro: G
[G]I pounded on a farmhouse looking for a place to stay
[G]I was mighty mighty tired, I had come a long long way
[G]I said, "[C]Hey hey in there, is there anybody home?"
[C]I was [G]standing on the steps feeling most alone
[G]When [D]out comes a farmer, he must have thought that I was nuts
[D]He [G]immediate looked at me and stuck a gun into my guts.

I fell down to my bending knees
Saying "I dig farmers, don't shoot me please"
He cocked his rifle and began to shout,
"Are you that travelling salesman that i have heard about?"
I said, "No, no, no, I'm a doctor and it's true
I'm a clean cut kid and I've been to college too."

Well in comes his daughter whose name was Rita
She looked like she stepped out of A Dolce Vita
I immediate tried to cool it with her dad
And told him what a nice pretty farm he had
He said, "What do doctors know about farms pray tell?"
I said, "I was born at the bottom of a wishing well."

Well by the dirt neath my nails, I guess he knew I wouldn't lie
He said, "I guess your tired," he said it kinda sly
I said, "Yes ten thousand miles today I drove."
He said, "I got a bed for you underneath the stove
Just one condition you can go to sleep right now
that you don't touch my daughter and in the morning milk the cows."

I was sleeping like a rat when I heard something jerkin'
There stood Rita looking just like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to take a shower? I'll show you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no, no, I've been through this movie before."
I knew I had to split, but I did not know how
When she said, "Would you like to take that shower now?"

Well I couldn't leave unless the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already promised that I'd milk his cows
I had to say something to strike him very weird
So I yelled, "I like Fidel Castro and his beard!"
Rita looked offended, but she got out of the way
As he came charging down the stairs saying, "What's that I heard you say?"

"I said I like Fidel Castro, I think you heard me right."
Then I ducked as he swung at me with all his might
Rita mumbled something 'bout her mother on the hill
As his fist hit it the icebox he said he was gonna kill
Me if I don't get out the door in two seconds flat
"You unpatriotic rotten doctor commie rat."

Well he threw a Reader's Digest at my head and I did run
I did a somersault as I seen him get his gun
And crashed through the window at a hundred miles an hour
And landed fully glassed in his garden flowers
Rita said, "Come back," and he started to load
The sun was coming up and was running down the road

Well I don't figure I'll be back there for a spell
Even though Rita moved away and got a job at a motel
He still waits for me constant on the sly
He wants to turn me in to the F.B.I.
Me I romp and stomping, thankful as I romp
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.


My Back Pages
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman,

*Capo on 3rd fret*

Cr[C]imson fl[Am]ames tied[Em] through my ears
Rollin' h[F]igh and mi[G]ghty tr[C]aps...
Po[C]unced with f[Am]ire on [Em]flaming roads
Using [F]i-deas as my [G]maps...
"We'll m[Am]eet on edges, [Em]soon said," I,
P[F]roud 'neath heated [G]brow...
Ah, but [C]I was [Am]so much o[Em]lder th[F]en
I'm y[C]oung-er[G] than that n[C]ow.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth,
"Rip down all hate," I screamed,
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dreamed.
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Girl's faces formed the forward path
>From phony jealousy,
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history.
Flung down by corpse evangelist
Unthought of, though, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school.
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach.
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect.
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.


I Don't Believe You
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman,


D5th A5th D

First verse:

D5th A5th D5th A5th
I can't understand she let go off my hand

D5th A5th D Dsus D
and left me here facing the wall.

D5th A5th D5th A5th
I'd sure like to know why she did go

D5th A5th D Dsus D
but I can't get close to her at all.

Though we [Bm]kissed in the wild blazing [F#m]night time

she [G]said she would never for[A]get. [A6]
D5th A5th D5th A5th
But now morning is clear, it's like I'm not here,

D5th A5th D Dsus D
she acts like we never had met.

Bm F#m G A A6 D5th A5th D5th A5th D5th A5th D Dsus D
(Harmonica solo after each verse)

2nd verse

It's only to me like some mystery,
it could even be like a myth.
But it's hard to think on, that she's the same one
that last night I was with.
>From darkness dreams are deserted
Am I still dreaming yet
I wish she'd unlock her voice once and talk
'stead of acting like we never met.

3rd verse

If she ain't feeling well, then why don't she tell
instead of turning her back to my face.
Without any doubt she seems too far out
for me to return to or chase
Her skirt it swayed as the guitar played,
her mouth was watery and wet,
But now something is changed, for she ain't the same,
she just acts like we never had met.

4th verse

If I didn't have to guess I'd gladly confess
to anything I might have tried.
If I was with her too long, or done something wrong,
I wish she'd tell me what it is I'll run and hide.
Tough the night ran swirling and whirling,
I remember her whispering yet
But evidently she don't, evidently she won't,
She acts like we never had met.

5th verse

I'm leaving today, I'll be on my way,
of this I can't say very much.
But if you want me to, I can be just like you,
and pretend that we never had touched.
And if anybody asks me, is it easy to forget?
I say it's easily done, just pick anyone
and pretend that you never had met.

Chords: D5th: xx7775
A5th: xx7655
A6: x02222
Dsus: xx0233
D: xx0232
Bm: xx4432
F#m: xx4222
G: 320003
A: x02220


It Ain't Me Babe
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman,


x54030 Dsus4
3x2013 C/G

Intro: G C/G G

[Dsus4]Go 'way from my [C]window [Dsus4]leave at your [C]own chosen [G]speed [C/G]     [G]
[Dsus4]I'm not the one you [C]want, Babe, [Dsus4]I'm not the [C]one you [A]need.[C/G]     [G]
You [Bm]say you're looking [Am]for someone never [Bm]weak but always [Am]strong
To pro[Bm]tect you and de[Am]fend you whether [Bm]you are right or [Am]wrong
Some[C]one to open each and every [D]door
But it ain't [G]me, Babe,
[C]No, no, [D]no, it ain't [G]me, Babe,
It ain't [C]me you're [D]looking [G]for, Babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, Babe, go lightly on the ground,
I'm not the one you want, Babe, I will only let you down.
You say you're looking for someone
who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you and more
But it ain't me, Babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe,
It ain't me you're looking for, Babe.

Go melt back in the night, Babe,
everything inside is made of stone,
There's nothing in here moving and anyway I'm not alone
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call
A love of your life and nothing more
But it ain't me, Babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, Babe,
It ain't me you're looking for, Babe.

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