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TCBDS : 15-Dec-2022


  1. Tomorrow Is A Long Time
    +2
  2. Spanish Harlem Incident
  3. Open The Door, Homer
  4. When I Paint My Masterpiece
    +5
  5. Abandoned Love
    +1
  6. Tangled Up In Blue
    +7

Tomorrow Is A Long Time [Bob Dylan]

Capo:
III
G
C/g
G
C/g
G
If today was not an endless highway
G
C/g
G
If tonight was not a crooked trail
C/g
D/f#
C/g
G
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
C/g
D/f#
C/g
G
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
C/g
D/f#
C/g
G
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'
C/g
D/f#
C/g
G
If I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
C/g
D/f#
C/g
G
Yes, and only if she was lyin' by me
C/g
D7/f#
C/g
G
I'd lie in my bed once again
I can't see my reflection in the waters I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps Or can't remember the sound of my own name Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'... There's beauty in the silver, singin' river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'...


Spanish Harlem Incident [Bob Dylan]

[Show chord shapes]
C/d xx0553 G/d xx0433
C/a x00553 G* xxx330
D riff $1
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D riff $2
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-3--2-|-0---0-0-1---1-1-|/3-3-3-3/3-1-0--|-0---0-0-1---1-1-|-0-
-4--1-|-0---0-0-0---0-0-|/4-4-4-4/4-2-0--|-0---0-0-0---0-0-|-0-
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Intro
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G
C
G
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
C
G
Cannot hold you to its heat
C
G
Your temperature's too hot for taming
C
G
Your flaming feet a-burnin' up the street
C/d
G/d
C/d
G
I am homeless, come and take me
C/d
G/d
C/a
D
To the reach of your rattling drums
C
G
C
D
$1
G
Let me know, babe, all about my fortune
C
D
$2
G
Down along my restless palms
Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed I have fallen far beneath Your pearly eyes, so fast and slashing And your flashing diamond teeth The night is pitch black, come and make my Pale face fit into place, ah, please! Let me know, babe, I am nearly drowning If it's you my lifelines trace I been wonderin' all about me Ever since I seen you there On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding I know I'm round you but I don't know where You have slayed me, you have made me I got to laugh halfways off my heels I got to know, babe, will you surround me So I can know if I'm really real


Open The Door, Homer [Bob Dylan]

Capo:
III
G
Em
Now, there's a certain thing that I learned from Jim
G
D
That he'd always make sure I'd understand
G
Em
And that is that there's a certain way we all must swim
C
D
If we expect to live off the fat of the land
Am
Open the door, Richard (
Em
) I've heard it said before
Am
Open the door, Richard (
Em
) I've heard it said before
C
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D
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G
But I ain't gonna hear it said no more
Now, there's a certain thing that I learned from my friend, Mouse A fella who never blushes And that is that one must always flush out his house If he don't expect to be housing flushes Open the door, Richard I've heard it said before Open the door, Richard I've heard it said before But I ain't gonna hear it said no more "Take care of all your memories," said Mick "For you cannot relive them And remember when you're out there tryin' to heal the sick That you must always first forgive them" Open the door, Richard I've heard it said before Open the door, Richard I've heard it said before But I ain't gonna hear it said no more


When I Paint My Masterpiece [Bob Dylan]

Key:
A
D
D
A/e
E
A
D/a
D/a
A
A
D/a
A
D/a
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
A/e
E
A
D/a
Ancient footprints are everywhere
A
D/a
A
D/a
You can almost think that you're seein' double
A/e
E
A
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
E
D
A
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
E
D
A
D/a
Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece
A
D/a
A
D/a
She promised that she'd be right there with me
A/e
E
A
D/a
A
When I paint my masterpiece
Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum Dodging lions and wastin' time Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory As the daylight hours do increase Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody When I paint my masterpiece
/a
/g#
/g
/f#
F
...
Modulate to:
Bb
F7
Bb
Eb
Bb
I left Rome and landed in Brussels
Bb/f
F
Bb
With a picture of a tall oak tree by my side
Bb
Eb/bb
Bb
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles
Bb/f
F
Bb
Everyone was there and nobody tried to hide
F
Bb
Newspaper men eating candy
F
Eb
Bb
Had to be held down by big police
Bb
Eb/bb
Bb
Someday, everything is gonna be different
Bb/f
F
Bb
When I paint my masterpiece


Abandoned Love [Bob Dylan]

[Show chord shapes]
G7(vii) xxx787
D5(v) xxx775
Em(iii) xxx453
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G
C/g
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G7(vii)
D5(v)
Em(iii)
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G
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Em
G
G
D/f#
Em
I can hear the turning of the key
C
G
D/f#
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me
Bm
C
I thought that he was righteous but he's vain
G
G7
D5
Em*
D
C
G
. .
C/g
G
Oh, something's telling me I wear a ball and chain
My patron saint is fighting with a ghost He's always off somewhere when I need him most The Spanish moon is rising on the hill But my heart is telling me I love ya still I come back to the town from the flaming moon I see you in the street, I begin to swoon I love to see you dress before the mirror Won't you let me in your room one time before I disappear? Everybody's wearing a disguise To hide what they've got left behind their eyes But me, I can't cover what I am Wherever the children go I'll follow them I can't play the game no more, I can't abide By their stupid rules which kept me sick inside They've been made by men who've given up the search Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church I march in the parade of liberty But as long as I love you I'm not free How long must I suffer such abuse Won't you let me see you smile before I cut you loose? Send out for Saint John the Evangelist All my friends are drunk, they can be dismissed My head says that it's time to make a change But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange So step lightly, darling, near the wall Put on your heavy make-up, wear your shawl Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit? Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it


Tangled Up In Blue [Bob Dylan]

Harp:
A
(straight)
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x4
A
G
A
G
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin', I was layin' in bed
A
G
D
Wonderin' if she'd changed at all, if her hair was still red
A
G
A
G
Her folks they said our lives together sure was gonna be rough
A
G
D
They never did like Mama's homemade dress, Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
E
F#m
A
D
And I was standin' on the side of the road, rain fallin' on my shoes
E
F#m
A
D
E
Heading out for the East Coast, Lord knows I paid some dues gettin' through
G
D
A
Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met, soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam I guess, but I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as we could, abandoned it out West Split up on a dark sad night, both agreeing it was best She turned around to look at me as I was walkin' away I heard her say over my shoulder "We'll meet again someday on the avenue" Tangled up in blue I had a job in the great north woods, working as a cook for a spell But I never did like it all that much, and one day the axe just fell So I drifted down to New Orleans, where I happened to be employed Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat right outside of Delacroix But all the while I was alone, the past was close behind I seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind, and I just grew Tangled up in blue She was workin' in a topless place and I stopped in for a beer I just kept looking at the side of her face in the spotlight so clear And later on as the crowd thinned out, I's just about to do the same She was standing there in back of my chair, said to me, "Don't I know your name?" I muttered somethin' underneath my breath, she studied the lines on my face I must admit I felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe Tangled up in blue She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe "I thought you'd never say hello," she said "You look like the silent type" Then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me Written by an Italian poet from the thirteenth century And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you Tangled up in blue I lived with them on Montague Street in a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night and revolution in the air Then he started into dealing with slaves, and something inside of him died She had to sell everything she owned and froze up inside And when finally the bottom fell out, I became withdrawn The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keepin' on, like a bird that flew Tangled up in blue So now I'm goin' back again, I got to get to her somehow All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians, some are carpenter's wives Don't know how it all got started, I don't know what they're doin' with their lives But me, I'm still on the road, headin' for another joint We always did feel the same, we just saw it from a different point of view Tangled up in blue