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1. ----- ---Hurricane Bob Dylan
2. ----- ---Subterranean Homesick Blues Bob Dylan
3. ----- ---The Times They Are A'Changin' Bob Dylan
4. P91 A70Knockin' On Heaven's Door Bob Dylan
5. P24 A95Buckets Of Rain Bob Dylan
6. P24 A95Like A Rolling Stone Bob Dylan
7. P82 A/B98Tangled Up In Blue Bob Dylan
8. P82 A110Positively 4th Street Bob Dylan
9. P24 A120Mr. Tambourine Man Bob Dylan
10. P20 A130I Shall Be Released Bob Dylan
11. P82 A134The Drifter's Escape Bob Dylan
12. P82 A136John Wesley Harding Bob Dylan
13. P86 A180Blowin' In The Wind Bob Dylan

1. Hurricane by Bob Dylan


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[Intro]

| Am | F | Am | F |


[Verse 1]

Am                           F
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Am                             F
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
    Am                      F
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Am                     F
 Cries out My God they killed them all!

C                           F
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
G C                        F
   The man the authorities came to blame
Dm                           C
 For something that he never done
Dm                        C   Em
 Put in a prison cell but one time 
              Am       F               C      G  
He could have been the champion of the world


[Instrumental]

| Am | F | Am | F |


[Verse 2]

Am                           F
Three bodies lyin’ there does Patty see
Am                           F
And another man named Bello, movin’ around mysteriously
Am                           F
I didn’t do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
Am                           F
I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand
C                           F
I saw them leavin’, he says, and he stops
G C                        F
One of us had better call up the cops
Dm                           C
And so Patty calls the cops
Dm                        C   Em
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin’
              Am       F               C      G
In the hot New Jersey night


[Instrumental]

| Am | F | Am | F |


[Verse 3]

Am                           F
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Am                           F
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around
Am                           F
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Am                           F
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
C                           F
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
G C                        F
Just like the time before and the time before that
Dm                           C
In Paterson that’s just the way things go
Dm                        C   Em
If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street
              Am       F               C      G 
’Less you wanna draw the heat


[Instrumental]

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[Verse 4]

Am                           F
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Am                           F
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin’ around
Am                           F
He said, I saw two men runnin’ out, they looked like middleweights
Am                           F
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
C                           F
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
G C                        F
Cop said, Wait a minute, boys, this one’s not dead
Dm                           C
So they took him to the infirmary
Dm                        C   Em
And though this man could hardly see
              Am       F               C      G 
They told him that he could identify the guilty men


[Instrumental]

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[Verse 5]

Am                           F
Four in the mornin’ and they haul Rubin in
Am                           F
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
Am                           F
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye
Am                           F
Says, Wha’d you bring him in here for? He ain’t the guy!
C                           F
Yes, here’s the story of the Hurricane
G C                        F
The man the authorities came to blame
Dm                           C
For somethin’ that he never done
Dm                        C   Em
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
              Am       F               C      G 
The champion of the world


[Instrumental]

| Am | F | Am | F |


[Verse 6]

Am                           F
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Am                           F
Rubin’s in South America, fightin’ for his name
Am                           F
While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game
Am                           F
And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him, lookin’ for somebody to blame
C                           F
Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
G C                        F
Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
Dm                           C
You think you’d like to play ball with the law?
Dm                        C   Em
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin’ that night?
              Am       F               C      G 
Don’t forget that you are white


[Instrumental]

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[Verse 7]

Am                           F
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, I’m really not sure
Am                           F
Cops said, A poor boy like you could use a break
Am                           F
We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello
Am                           F
Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
C                           F
You’ll be doin’ society a favor
G C                        F
That sonofa is brave and gettin’ braver
Dm                           C
We want to put his ass in stir
Dm                        C   Em
We want to pin this triple murder on him
              Am       F               C      G 
He ain’t no Gentleman Jim


[Instrumental]

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[Verse 8]

Am                           F
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
Am                           F
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
Am                           F
It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay
Am                           F
And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way
C                           F
Up to some paradise
G C                        F
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
Dm                           C
And ride a horse along a trail
Dm                        C   Em
But then they took him to the jailhouse
              Am       F               C      G 
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse


[Instrumental]

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[Verse 9]

Am                           F
All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance
Am                           F
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
Am                           F
The judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums
Am                           F
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
C                           F
And to the black folks he was just a crazy er
G C                        F
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
Dm                           C
And though they could not produce the gun
Dm                        C   Em
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
              Am       F               C      G 
And the all-white jury agreed


[Instrumental]

| Am | F | Am | F |


[Verse 10]

Am                           F
Rubin Carter was falsely tried
Am                           F
The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
Am                           F
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
Am                           F
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
C                           F
How can the life of such a man
G C                        F
Be in the palm of some fool’s hand?
Dm                           C
To see him obviously framed
Dm                        C   Em
Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
              Am       F               C      G 
Where justice is a game


[Instrumental]

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[Verse 11]

Am                           F
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Am                           F
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
Am                           F
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
Am                           F
An innocent man in a living hell
C                           F
That’s the story of the Hurricane
G C                        F
But it won’t be over till they clear his name
Dm                           C
And give him back the time he’s done
Dm                        C   Em
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
              Am       F               C      G 
The champion of the world

2. Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan


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Johny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine

I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
D
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
A
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
E
The man in the coon-skip cap
In the big pen
      A
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.

A

A
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA
D
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
A
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try, 'No Doz'
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
E
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
A
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.

A

A
Get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail, Join the army, if you failed
D
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
    A
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
E
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
A
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters. 

A

A
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
B
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
       A
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
E
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
A
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles.

3. The Times They Are A'Changin' by Bob Dylan


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     G             Em         C        G
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
      G            Em      C              D
And admit that the waters around you have grown
      G            Em             C               G
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
        G       Am           D
If your time to you is worth savin'
        D            Cadd9              G/B         D/A
So you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
        G                C       D  G
For the times, they are a-chang - in'

       G          Em          C                    G
Come writers and critics who prophecies with your pen
      G             Em         C               D
And keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again
       G             Em             C              G
And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin
            G           Am            D
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
           D       Cadd9     G/B     D/A
For the loser now will be later to win
          G              C    D G
For the times they are a-chang-in'

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you don't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand
For the times they are a-changin'

Come senators, congressmen please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside and it's ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'

The line it is drawn the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'

4. Knockin' On Heaven's Door by Bob Dylan

P91 A A A
Reggae 2 4/4 (16 beats)
70 bpm
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5. Buckets Of Rain by Bob Dylan

P24 A
Ballad Rock 3 4/4 (16 beats)
95 bpm
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6. Like A Rolling Stone by Bob Dylan

P24 A P82 A
Ballad Rock 3 4/4 (16 beats)
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Intro-

C  Csus4   C   Csus4   C   Csus4   C   Csus4


C                    Dm
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
    Em                    F            G
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
C                      Dm
  People'd call, say, Beware doll, 
       Em                         F             G
you're bound to fall You thought they were all   kiddin' you

F             G
  You used to   laugh about
F                    G
  Everybody that was   hangin' out

F         Em   Dm          C
 Now you don't talk so loud
F         Em   Dm           C
 Now you don't seem so proud

 F                                C         G
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

                C  F  G
How does it feel
                C  F  G
How does it feel
                    C  F  G
To be without a home
                       C  F  G
Like a complete unknown
                     C  F  G
Like a rolling stone

C  F  G


           C            Dm                    Em
Aww, You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
        F                         G
But you know you only used to get   juiced in it
  C                        Dm                 Em
Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
               F                 G
And now you're gonna have to get   used to it

F                    G
  You said you'd never compromise
F                                    G
  With the mystery tramp, but now you  realize

F         Em         Dm      C
 He's not selling any  alibis
F                      Em     Dm        C
 As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

    F                  C      G    
And say do you want to make a deal?

                C  F  G
How does it feel
                C  F  G
How does it feel
                 C  F  G
To be on your own
                      C  F  G
With no direction home
                      C  F  G
Like a complete unknown
                    C  F  G
Like a rolling stone

C  F  G


        C              Dm                     Em                                            
Aww, You never turned around to see the frowns 
                        F                        G
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did   tricks for you
    C                        Dm 
You never understood that it ain't no good
    Em                  F               G
You shouldn't let other people get your   kicks for you

F                                                G
  You used to ride on the chrome horse with your   diplomat
F                               G
  Who carried on his shoulder a   Siamese cat

F             Em           Dm       C
 Ain't it hard when you discover that
F          Em     Dm          C
 He really wasn't where it's at
F                                C         G
After he took from you everything he could steal.

                C  F  G
How does it feel
                C  F  G
How does it feel
                 C  F  G
To be on your own
                      C  F  G
With no direction home
                      C  F  G
Like a complete unknown
                    C  F  G
Like a rolling stone

C  F  G


   C                 Dm                  Em
Aww, Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
            F                            G
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they   got it made
C                Dm           Em
 Exchanging all precious gifts
                 F                      G
But you'd better take your diamond ring,  you'd better pawn it babe

F               G
  You used to be so amused
F                    G
  At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

F                  Em             Dm          C
 Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
F             Em              Dm             C
 When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
F                                        C      G
 You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

                C  F  G
How does it feel
                C  F  G
How does it feel
                 C  F  G
To be on your own
                      C  F  G
With no direction home
                      C  F  G
Like a complete unknown
                    C  F  G
Like a rolling stone

C  F  G

7. Tangled Up In Blue by Bob Dylan

P82 A/B
Country 4 4/4 (16 beats)
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[Chords]
A G6 A G6 A G6 D  x2 
E F#m A D E F#m A D E G D A Asus

[Intro]
A Asus4 A Asus4

[Verse 1]
A                     G6 
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
A               G6 
I was layin' in bed
A                  G6 
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
       D               
If her hair was still red.
A                       G6 
Her folks they said our lives together
A                 G6 
Sure was gonna be rough
A                          G6 
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
       D 
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.
E                         F#m 
And I was standin' on the side of the road
A                  D 
Rain fallin' on my shoes
E                   F#m 
Heading out for the East Coast
     A                    D            E 
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
G       D     A    Asus  A  Asus
Tangled up in blue.

[Verse 2]
A                     G6 
She was married when we first met
A                     G6 
Soon to be divorced
A                     G6 
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
      D
But I used a little too much force.
A                     G6 
We drove that car as far as we could
A                     G6 
Abandoned it out West
A                     G6 
Split up on a dark sad night
        D
Both agreeing it was best.
E                    F#m 
She turned around to look at me
A                  D 
As I was walkin' away
E               F#m 
I heard her say over my shoulder,
     A                    D            E 
We'll meet again someday on the avenue,
G       D     A    Asus  A  Asus
Tangled up in blue.

[Verse 3]
A                     G6 
I had a job in the great north woods
A                     G6 
Working as a cook for a spell
A                     G6 
But I never did like it all that much
      D
And one day the ax just fell.
A                     G6 
So I drifted down to New Orleans
A                     G6 
Where I happened to be employed
A                     G6 
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
      D
Right outside of Delacroix.
E                              F#m 
But all the while I was alone
A                  D 
The past was close behind,
E                              F#m 
I seen a lot of women
     A                    D            E 
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
G       D     A    Asus  A  Asus
Tangled up in blue.

[Verse 4]
A                     G6 
She was workin' in a topless place
A                     G6 
And I stopped in for a beer,
A                     G6 
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
      D
In the spotlight so clear.
A                     G6 
And later on as the crowd thinned out
A                     G6 
I's just about to do the same,
A                     G6 
She was standing there in back of my chair
      D
Said to me, Don't I know your name?
E                    F#m 
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
A                  D 
She studied the lines on my face.
Em                              F#m 
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
     A                    D            Em 
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
G       D     A    Asus  A  Asus
Tangled up in blue.

[Verse 5]
A                G6               A            G
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
A                      G6                        
I thought you'd never say hello, she said
     D
You look like the silent type.
 A                       G6 
Then she opened up a book of poems
A                     G6 
And handed it to me
A                     G6 
Written by an Italian poet
     D 
From the thirteenth century.       
E                     F#m 
And every one of them words rang true
A                  D 
And glowed like burnin' coal
E                              F#m 
Pourin' off of every page
     A                    D            E 
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
G       D     A    Asus  A  Asus
Tangled up in blue.

[Verse 6]
A                     G6 
I lived with them on Montague Street
A                     G6 
In a basement down the stairs,
A                     G6 
There was music in the cafes at night
      D
And revolution in the air.
A                     G6 
Then he started into dealing with slaves
A                     G6 
And something inside of him died.
A                     G6 
She had to sell everything she owned
      D
And froze up inside.
E                    F#m 
And when finally the bottom fell out
A                  D 
I became withdrawn,
Em                              F#m 
The only thing I knew how to do
     A                    D            E 
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,
G       D     A    Asus  A  Asus
Tangled up in blue.

[Verse 7]
A                     G6 
So now I'm goin' back again,
A                     G6 
I got to get to her somehow.
A                     G6 
All the people we used to know
      D
They're an illusion to me now.
A                     G6 
Some are mathematicians
A                     G6 
Some are carpenter's wives.
A                     G6 
Don't know how it all got started,
      D
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
E                 F#m 
But me, I'm still on the road
A                  D 
Headin' for another joint
E             F#m 
We always did feel the same,
     A                    D            E 
We just saw it from a different point of view,
G       D     A    Asus  A  Asus
Tangled up in blue.

8. Positively 4th Street by Bob Dylan

P82 A
Country 4 4/4 (16 beats)
110 bpm
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9. Mr. Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan

P24 A P82 A
Ballad Rock 3 4/4 (16 beats)
120 bpm
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10. I Shall Be Released by Bob Dylan

P20 A
Ballad Rock 2 4/4 (16 beats)
130 bpm
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11. The Drifter's Escape by Bob Dylan

P82 A
Country 4 4/4 (16 beats)
134 bpm
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12. John Wesley Harding by Bob Dylan

P82 A
Country 4 4/4 (16 beats)
136 bpm
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13. Blowin' In The Wind by Bob Dylan

P86 A
Jazz 3 4/4 (16 beats)
180 bpm
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