You're No Good
Talkin' New York
In My Time Of Dyin'
Man Of Constant Sorrow
Fixin' To Die
Pretty Peggy-O
Highway 51
Gospel Plow
Baby Let Me Follow You Down
House of the Risin' Sun
Freight Train Blues
Song To Woody
See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
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You're No Good
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Intro: C F C A
C F C C/B A
Well I don't know why I love you like I do
D7 G C
Nobody in the world can get along with you.
F C C/B A
You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den
D7 G C
I come home last night you wouldn't even let me in.
E F
Oh sometimes you're as sweet as anybody want to be
G C N.C.
When you get a crazy notion, jumpin' all over me
C F C C/B A
Well you give me the blues because you're satisfied
D7 G C
An' you give me the blues I wanna lay down and die.
I helped you when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama
I helped you when you had no food to eat.
You're the kind of woman I just don't understand
You're takin' all my money and give it to another man.
Well you're the kinda woman makes a man lose his brain
You're the kinda woman drives a man insane
You give me the blues because you're satisfied
You give me the blues I wanna lay down and die
Well you give me the blues, I wanna lay down and die
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Talkin' New York
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
G C D
G C D G C/G G G
G C C/B
Rambling out of the wild west
D
Leaving the towns I love the best
G C
Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
D D/F# G (G/E G/D)
'Till I come into New York town
C C/B
People going down to the ground
D D/F# G
Buildings going up to the sky.
G C C/B D D/F# G G/E G/D G
Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowing snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then.
I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side:
Greenwich Village.
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said: "Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folksingers here.
Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play
Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved my sound
He was raving about he loved my sound
Dollar a day's worth.
After weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the Union and paid my dues.
Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It don't take too long to find out
Just what he was talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut something.
So one morning when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And heated out for the western skies
So long New York
Howdy, East Orange.
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In My Time of Dyin'
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Open F# tuning (use open E & Capo 2nd Fret)
D ---------------0----
A ---------------0----
F#--------------------
D --------0-----------
A ------3-------------
D -0------------------
Well in my time of dyin'
Don't want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do
Is take my body home
Well well well so I can die easy
Well well well
Well well well so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed
Well meet me Jesus meet me
meet me in the middle of the air
If these wings should fail me, Lord,
Won't you meet me with another pair
Well well well so I can die easy
Well well well
Well well well so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed
Well in my time of dyin'
Don't want nobody to cry
All I want for you to do
Is take me when I die
Well well well so I can die easy
Well well well
Well well well so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed
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Man Of Constant Sorrow
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Intro 'riff':
D
e-------------
B-------------
G-------------
D-------------
A-3---2---0---
E-------------
D G C
I am a man of constant sorrow,
D C G Riff
Ive seen trouble all my days.
D G C
I said goodbye to Colorado,
D C G Riff
where I was born and partly raised.
Harmonica bit
You're mother says I'm a stranger,
my face you'll never see no more.
But there's on promise darlin',
I'll see you on God's golden shore.
Through this world I'm about to ramble
through ice and snow, sleet and rain
I'm about to ride that morning railroad
perhaps I'll die on that train
I'm going back to Colorado,
place that I started from.
If I'd know'd how bad you'd treat me,
honey I never would have come.
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Fixin' to Die
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Drop D Tuning (DADGBe)
prominent bass fills:
D D/C D/B
Riff 1 Riff 2 Riff 3 Riff 4
e---------------------------------
B---------------------------------
G---------------------------------
D-------------0-------------------
A----------3b-------0h3------0h2--
D--5s0----------------------------
Intro: Riff 1 x 4, Riff 2 x 2
D Riff 3 Riff 4 D Riff 2 x 2
Feelin funny in my mind lord, I believe I'm fixin to die
D Riff 3 Riff 4 D Riff 2 x 2
Feelin funny in my mind lord, I believe I'm fixin to die
D Riff 3 Riff 4 D Riff 2 x 2
Well I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'
Well look over yonder, to that buryin ground
Look over yonder, to that buryin ground
Sure seems lonesome, lord when the sun goes down
[Riff 1 x 2]
Feelin' funny in my eyes lord, I believe I'm fixin to die, fixin to die
Feelin' funny in my eyes lord, I believe I'm fixin to die
Well I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'
Well there's black smoke risin' lord, it's risin' up above my head,
[Riff 1 x 2]
up above my head
Well there's black smoke risin' lord, it's risin' up above my head
Can tell Jesus, "Make up my dyin' bed"
Well I'm walkin' kinda funny lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die,
[Riff 1 x 2]
fixin' to die
Yes I'm walkin' kinda funny lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die,
[Riff 1 x 4]
fixin' to die, fixin' to die
Well I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'
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Pretty Peggy-O
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Use lots of alternating bass (G-B-D, D-A, C-G)
Intro bass fill:
G
e------------------------
B------------------------
G------------------------
D------------------------
A------------------------
E-0h3---(0-3)--3----0-3--
G D G C D G
I've been around this whole country
C D G
But I never yet found Fennario.
Well, as we marched down, as we marched down
D
Well, as we marched down to Fennario
G C/G
Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
D G
Her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O
Well, what will your mother say, what will your mother say
What will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O
What will your mother say to know you're going away
You're never, never, never coming back-io
Come a-running down your stairs, come a-running down your stairs
Come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O
Come a-running down your stairs, combing back your yellow hair
You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io.
The lieutenant he has gone, the lieutenant he has gone
The lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O
The lieutenant he has gone, long gone
He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo.
Well, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead
Our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O
Well, our captain he is dead, died for a maid
He's buried somewheres in Louisiana-O.
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Highway 51
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Open D/E tuning
riff: when a line ends with an E chord
|-0---------------------------------
|-0---------------------------------
|-0---------------------------------
|-0---------------3---0-5---0-3-----
|-0---------------3---0-5---0-3-----
|-0---------------3---0-5---0-3-----
The verses end with a different lick:
|-------------------------
|-------------------------
|-------------------------
|-3---0-------------------
|---------3p0-------------
|-------------3---0-------
E
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door
A E
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door
B
If I don't get the girl I'm loving
E
Won't go down to Highway 51 no more
Well, I know that highway like I know my hand
Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand
Running from up Wisconsin
Way down to no man's land
Well, if I should die before my time should come
And if I should die before my time should come
Won't you bury my body
Out on the Highway 51
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door
I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door
If I don't get the girl I'm loving
Won't go down Highway 51 no more
E-000000 A-020120 B-x02100
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Gospel Plow
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Dropped D tuning (D-A-D-G-B-e)
Fill:
---2--------------
---3--------------
---2--------------
---0-----------0--
---------0--3-----
------------------
D
Mary wore three links of chain,
A D
Ev'ry link was Jesus name,
G A D fill
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
A D fill
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
G A D fill
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
[ Tab from: https://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/b/bob_dylan/bob_dylan_tab.html ]
Mary, Mark and Luke and John,
All these prophets so good and gone,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
I never been to heaven, but Ive been told,
Streets up there are line with gold,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
Dig my grave with a bloody spade,
See that my digger gets well paid,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
That gospel line gets mighty hot,
But just hang on with all you got,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
When I get to the glory land,
Gonna play in the glory land,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
Chords:
D 000232
A x02220 or 202220
G 020033
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Baby Let Me follow you down
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
**Capo 2nd fret**
G F
Baby let me follow you down
C Eb
Baby let me follow you down
G* D* C* D
Well, I'll do anything in this God Almighty world
C D G
If you'll just let me follow you down
Can I come home with you?
Baby, can I come home with you?
Yes, I'll do anything in this God Almighty world
If you'll just let me come home with you
Baby let me follow you down
Baby let me follow you down
Well, I'll do anything in this God Almighty world
If you'll just let me follow you down
G F C Eb G* D* C* D
e -3--1--0--3---7---5---3---2--
B -0--1--1--4---8---7---5---3--
G -0--2--0--3---7---7---5---2--
D -0--3--2----------7---5---0--
A -2--0--3----------5---3------
E -3--1----------------------
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House of the Risin' Sun (1961)
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Am C
E---------------------------------------------
B----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1-
G----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-
D----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-
A-0----------0----------3----------3----------
E---------------------------------------------
Dm F
E---------------------------------------------
B----3-3-3-3----3-3-3-3----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1-
G----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-
D-0----------0----------3----------3----------
A---------------------------------------------
E---------------------------------------------
Am C
E---------------------------------------------
B----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1-
G----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-
D----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-
A-0----------0----------3----------3----------
E---------------------------------------------
Em
E-----------------------
B----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-
G----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-
D----2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-
A-----------------------
E-0----------0----------
Intro: Am C Dm F Am Em Am
Am C Dm F
There is a house down in New Orleans
Am C Em
They call the Risin' Sun
Am C Dm F
And it's been the ruin of many poor girl
Am Em Am C Dm F Em
And me, oh God, I'm a-one
My mother was a taylor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he'll pace the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do as I have done
But to shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
Well, it's one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
I'm a-goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to end my life
Down in the Risin' Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh God, Im a-one
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Freight Train Blues
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
C
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack
F C
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train whistle taught me how to cry
F C
Hummin' of the drivers was my lullaby
I got the freight train blues
F G
Oh lordy, mama, I got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin shoes
C
And when the whistle blows, I got to go
F
Oh baby don't you know
C G C
Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues
Well, my daddy was a fireman and my old ma here.
she was the only daughter of the engineer
My sweetheart loved a brakeman and it ain't no joke
Shame the way she keeps a good man broke
I got the freight train blues
Oh lordy, mama, I got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin shoes
And when the whistle blows, I got to go
Oh mama don't you know
Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues
Well, the only thing that makes me laugh again
Is the south bound whistle on a south bound train
Every place I want to go
I never can go because you know
I got the freight train blues
Oh lordy, mama, I got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin shoes
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Song to Woody
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Capo 1
A E7 A
I'm out here a thousand miles from my home,
D A Bm A
Walkin' a road other men have gone down.
A D A
I'm seein' your world of people and things,
A E7 A
Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings.
Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along.
Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn,
It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born.
Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I'm a-sayin' an' a-many times more.
I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough,
'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done.
Here's to Cisco an' Sonny an' Leadbelly too,
An' to all the good people that traveled with you.
Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind.
I'm a-leaving' tomorrow, but I could leave today,
Somewhere down the road someday.
The very last thing that I'd want to do
Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too.
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See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
Bob Dylan
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html
Drop D tuning (DADGBe)
Intro bass line:
D [Riff 1]
e------2----------------------------------------2------------2---------
B------3----------------------------------------3------------3---------
G------2-----------------------0----------------2------------2---------
D---------------0----0--3--3-3--------------------------------------0--
A-----------(3)---------------------------------------------------3----
D-0-------------------------------0---4s0----0-----4s0----0------------
D/C D/B D Riff 1
Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you
D/C D/B D Riff 1
Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you
D/C D/B D Riff 1
There's just one kind of favor I'll ask of you
D/C D/B D Riff 1
You can see that my grave is kept clean
[The other verses differ in the end of line 3/start of line 4]
D/C D/B D Riff 1
And there's two white horses following me
D/C D/B D Riff 1
And there's two white horses following me
D/C D/B [hammer A--0h2--]
I got two white horses following me
D D/C D/B D
Waitin on my buryin ground
Did you ever hear that coughin' sound?
Did you ever hear that coughin' sound?
Did you ever hear that coughin' sound?
Means another poor boy's underground
Did you ever hear them church bell's tone?
Have you ever heard that chuch bell's tone?
Did you ever hear that church bell's tone?
Means another poor boy is dead and gone
Well my heart stopped beatin' and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
Well my heart stopped beatin' and my hands turned cold
Now I believe what the Bible told
There's just one last favor I'll ask of you
And there's on last favor I'll ask of you
There's just one last favor I'll ask of you
See that my grave is kept clean
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See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
Bob Dylan
**Drop D Tuning (DADGBe)**
D D7 G D D7 G D
There's one kind favor I'll ask of you
G G7 G6 D D7 G D
There's one kind favor I'll ask of you
D G G7 G6 D D7 G
There's one kind favor I'll ask of you
D G A7 D
See that my grave is kept clean
There's a "riff" between each verse which is :
e--------------
B--------------
G--------------
D-0-0-3-3-3-2-0
A--------------
D--------------
then you hit strongly the D string at the 4th fret two times.
And there's two white horses followin' me
And there's two white horses followin' me
I got two white horses followin' me
Waitin' on my buryin' ground
Did you ever hear that coughin' sound
Did you ever hear that coughin' sound
Did you ever hear that coughin' sound
Means another poor boy is underground
Did you ever hear them church bells tone
Have you ever heared them church bells tone
Did you ever hear them church bells tone
Means another poor boy is dead and gone.
Well, my heart stopped beatin'; my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beatin' and my hands turned cold
Well, my heart stopped beatin' and my hands turned cold
Now I believe what the Bible told
There's just one last favor I'll ask of you
And there's just one last favor I'll ask of you
There's just one last favor I'll ask of you
See that my gravce is kept clean
Original verses:
2. It's a long lane ain't got no end
It's a long lane ain't got no end
It's a long lane ain't got no end
It's so bad it is a miserable shame
3. Have you ever heard a coughin' sound
Have you ever heard a coughin' sound
Have you ever heard a coughin' sound
Then you know the poor boy's in the ground
4. Oh, dig my grave with a silver spade
Oh, dig my grave with a silver spade
Oh, dig my grave with a silver spade
You may place four diamonds on my grave
5. Have you ever heard a death bell toll
Have you ever heard a death bell toll
Have you ever heard a death bell toll
Then you know the poor boy's dead and gone
Enjoy !
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