| E | A | E | |
| Oh, where have you been, my bl | ue eyed s | on? |
| E | B | |
| Oh, wh | ere have you been, my dar | ling young one? |
| A | E | |
| I've st | umbled on the side of tw | elve misty mountains |
| A | E | |
| I've w | alked and I've crawled on s | ix crooked highways |
| A | E | |
| I've st | epped in the middle of s | even sad forests |
| A | E | |
| I've been o | ut in front of a doz | en dead oceans |
| A | E | |
| I've been t | en thousand miles in the | mouth of a graveyard |
| E | B | E | A | |
| And it's a h | ard, and it's a ha | rd, it's a h | ard, and it's a | hard |
| E | B | E | A | E | |
| And it's a ha | rd r | ain's a gonna f | all |
| E | A | E | |
| Oh, wh | at did you see, my blue ey | ed son? |
| E | B | |
| Oh, wh | at did you see, my darlin | g young one? |
| A | E | |
| I saw a | newborn baby with wild | wolves all around it |
| A | E | |
| I saw a | highway of diamonds wit | h nobody on it |
| A | E | |
| I saw a | black branch with blood | that kept drippin' |
| A | E | |
| I saw a | room full of men with t | heir hammers a bleedin' |
| A | E | |
| I saw a | white ladder all covere | d with water |
| A | E | |
| I saw t | en thousand talkers whos | e tongues were all broken |
| A | E | |
| I saw g | uns and sharp swords in | the hands of young children |
| E | B | E | A | |
| And it's a h | ard, and it's a ha | rd, it's a h | ard, and it's a | hard |
| E | B | E | A | E | |
| And it's a ha | rd r | ain's a gonna f | all |
| E | A | E | |
| And wh | at did you hear, my blue | eyed son | ? |
| E | B | |
| And wh | at did you hear, my darli | ng young one? |
| A | E | |
| I heard | the sound of a thunder, | it roared out a warnin' |
| A | E | |
| Heard t | he roar of a wave that c | ould drown the whole world |
| A | E | |
| Heard o | ne hundred drummers whos | e hands were a blazin' |
| A | E | |
| Heard t | en thousand whisperin' a | nd nobody listenin' |
| A | E | |
| Heard o | ne person starve, I hear | d many people laughin' |
| A | E | |
| Heard t | he song of a poet who di | ed in the gutter |
| A | E | |
| Heard t | he sound of a clown who | cried in the alley |
| E | B | E | A | |
| And it's a h | ard, and it's a ha | rd, it's a h | ard, and it's a | hard |
| E | B | E | A | E | |
| And it's a ha | rd r | ain's a gonna f | all |
| E | A | E | |
| Oh, wh | o did you meet, my blue | eyed son? |
| E | B | |
| Who di | d you meet, my darling yo | ung one? |
| A | E | |
| I met a | young child beside a de | ad pony |
| A | E | |
| I met a | white man who walked a | black dog |
| A | E | |
| I met a | young woman whose body | was burning |
| A | E | |
| I met a | young girl, she gave me | a rainbow |
| A | E | |
| I met o | ne man who was wounded i | n love |
| A | E | |
| I met a | nother man who was wound | ed with hatred |
| E | B | E | A | |
| And it's a h | ard, and it's a ha | rd, it's a h | ard, and it's a | hard |
| E | B | E | A | E | |
| And it's a ha | rd r | ain's a gonna f | all |
| E | A | E | |
| Oh, wh | at'll you do now, my blu | e eyed so | n? |
| E | B | |
| Oh, wh | at'll you do now, my darl | ing young one? |
| A | E | |
| I'm a g | oin' back out 'fore the | rain starts a fallin' |
| A | E | |
| I'll wa | lk to the depths of the | deepest black forest |
| A | E | |
| Where t | he people are many and t | heir hands are all empty |
| A | E | |
| Where t | he pellets of poison are | flooding their waters |
| A | E | |
| Where t | he home in the valley me | ets the damp dirty prison |
| A | E | |
| Where t | he executioner's face is | always well hidden |
| A | E | |
| Where h | unger is ugly, where sou | ls are forgotten |
| A | E | |
| Where b | lack is the color, where | none is the number |
| A | E | |
| And I'l | l tell it and think it a | nd speak it and breathe it |
| A | E | |
| And ref | lect it from the mountai | n so all souls can see it |
| A | E | |
| Then I' | ll stand on the ocean un | til I start sinkin' |
| A | E | |
| But I'l | l know my song well befo | re I start singin' |
| E | B | E | A | |
| And it's a h | ard, and it's a ha | rd, it's a h | ard, and it's a | hard |
| E | B | E | A | E | |
| And it's a ha | rd r | ain's a gonna f | all |
| Enjoy! |