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TCBDS : 20-Aug-2023 (Theme: 1967)


  1. Open The Door, Homer
  2. I Dreamed I Saw St Augustine
  3. I Shall Be Released
    +1
  4. You Ain't Goin' Nowhere
    +2

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
(
D
)
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


I Dreamed I Saw St Augustine [Bob Dylan]

Capo:
V
Harp:
C
[or
F
with capo] (straight)
C
F
C
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, alive as you or me
C
D7
F
Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery
C
F
With a blanket underneath his arm and a coat of solid gold
C
/b
Am
C/g
F
C
Searching for the very souls whom already have been sold
"Arise, arise," he cried so loud, with a voice without restraint "Come out, ye gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint No martyr is among ye now whom you can call your own But go on your way accordingly and know you're not alone" I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, alive with fiery breath And I dreamed I was amongst the ones that put him out to death Oh, I awoke in anger, so alone and terrified I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and cried


I Shall Be Released [Bob Dylan]

Harp:
C
(cross)
Bb
. . .
A7
. . .
Ab7
. . .
G
.
C/g
.
|-----------------|-----------------|----------(0)----|-3-------3-------
|---3-----3-------|---2-----2-------|---1-----1-------|-0--(0)--1-------
|---3-----3-------|---0-----0-------|---0-----0-------|-0--(0)--0-------
|-3-----3-----3---|-2-----2-----2---|-1-----1-----0---|-0--(0)--2------- etc
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-2--(2)----------
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-3-------3-------
G
C/g
G
G
Am
They say everything can be replaced
Bm
Am
G
Yet every distance is not near
G
Am
So I remember every face
Bm
Am
G
Of every man who put me here
G
Am
I see my light come shining
Bm
Am
G
From the west unto the east
G
Am
Any day now, any day now
Bm
D/a
G
I shall be released
They say every man needs protection They say every man must fall Yet I swear I see my reflection Some place so high above this wall Now yonder standing here in this lonely crowd A man who swears he's not to blame All day long I hear his voice shouting so loud Crying out that he was framed


You Ain't Goin' Nowhere [Bob Dylan]

Harp:
G
(straight)
G
Am
Clouds so swift, rain won't lift
C
G
Gate won't close, railings froze
G
Am
Get your mind off wintertime
C
G
You ain't goin' nowhere
G
Am
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
C
G
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
G
Am
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
C
G
Down in the easy chair!
I don't care how many letters they sent Morning came and morning went Pick up your money and pack up your tent You ain't goin' nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high... Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to the tree with roots You ain't goin' nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high... Genghis Khan, he could not keep All his kings supplied with sleep We'll climb that hill no matter how steep When we get up to it Whoo-ee! Ride me high...