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TCBDS : 24-Apr-2025 (Theme: 1971/2)

  1. It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry
    +1
  2. Love Minus Zero / No Limit
  3. Just Like A Woman
    +3


  4. George Jackson
  5. Watching The River Flow
    +1
  6. When I Paint My Masterpiece
    +5
  7. Vomit Express

It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry [Bob Dylan]

Capo:
I
Harp:
C
[or
Db
with capo] (cross)
G
C/g
G
C/g
----|---------3-------------3-|--
----|---------1-------------1-|--
----|-------0---0-----------0-|-- etc
----|-0---0-2---2-0---0-2---2-|--
--0-|-2---2-x---x-2---2-x---x-|--
--0-|-3---3-3---3-3---3-3---3-|--
G
C/g
G
C/g
Well, I ride on a mail-train, baby
G7
C/g
G
C/g
G
C/g
G
Can't buy a thrill
C/g
G
C/g
G
C/g
Well, I've been up all night
G
C/g
G
Leanin' on the windowsill
G
G7/f
Well, if I die
C/e
D
Dsus4
D
On top of the hill
G
C/g
G
C/g
And if I don't make it
G
C/g
G
C/g
G
You know my baby will Don't the moon look good, mama Shinin' through the trees? Don't the brakeman look good, mama Flagging down the "Double E"? Don't the sun look good Goin' down over the sea? Don't my gal look fine When she's comin' after me? Now the wintertime is coming The windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody But I could not get across Well, I wanna be your lover, baby I don't wanna be your boss Don't say I never warned you When your train gets lost

Love Minus Zero / No Limit [Bob Dylan]

Tuning: CADGBE (Drop C)
Capo:
IV
Harp:
C
[or
E
with capo] (straight)
C
C
G
F
My love, she speaks like silence
C
C
G
F
Without ideals or violence
C
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Dm
F
G
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire
C
G
F
People carry roses
C
C
G
F
And make promises by the hours
C
My love she laughs like the flowers
Dm
G
C
Valentines can't buy her In the dime stores and bus stations People talk of situations Read books, repeat quotations Draw conclusions on the wall Some speak of the future My love she speaks softly She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all The cloak and dagger dangles Madams light the candles In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge Statues made of match sticks Crumble into one another My love winks, she does not bother She knows too much to argue or to judge The bridge at midnight trembles The country doctor rambles Bankers' nieces seek perfection Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring The wind howls like a hammer The night blows cold and rainy My love she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing

Just Like A Woman [Bob Dylan]

Tuning: CADGBE (Drop C)
Capo:
IV
Harp:
C
[or
E
with capo] (straight)
C
F
G7
C
Csus4
Nobody feels any pain
C
F
G7
C
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
F
G7
F
G7
Everybody knows that baby's got new clothes
F
Em/b
Dm
C
F
G7
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Am
F
G7
Have fallen from her curls
C
Em/b
Dm
F
She takes just like a woman, yes she does
C
Em/b
Dm
F
She makes love like a woman, yes she does
C
Em/b
Dm
F
And then she aches just like a woman
G7
C
Csus4
C
Csus4
C
But she breaks just like a little girl Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess that baby can't be blessed Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest With her fog, with her amphetamine and her pearls She takes just like a woman And she makes love like a woman And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl
E
It was raining from the first And I was dying there of thirst
C
Csus4
C
So I came in here
E
And your long-time curse hurts But what's worse
F
Is this pain in here
G7
I can't stay in here Ain't it clear that I just don't fit Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit And when we meet again, introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world You take just like a woman And you take just like a woman, yes you do And you make love like a woman, yes you do And then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little girl

George Jackson [Bob Dylan]

Harp:
G
(straight)
|
G
|
C/g
|
x4
G
D
I woke up this mornin'
C
Em
Am
There were tears in my bed
G
D
They killed a man I really loved
C
Em
Am
Shot him through the head
G
D
C
Em
Am
Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down
G
D
C
/b
Am
G
Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground
C
. "
D
"
C
G
D
C
Em
Am
|-0-----0---0---0-|-0-----0---3---3-|-2-2---2---0---0-|-0-0---0---0---0-|
|/5-----5---3---3-|-3\1---1---3---3-|-3-3---3---1---1-|-0-0---0---1---1-| x2
|-0-----0---0---0-|-0-----0---0---0-|-2-2---2---0---0-|-0-0---0---2---2-|
|/5-----5---4---4-|-4\2---2---0---0-|-0-0---0---2---2-|-2-2---2---2---2-|
|-----------------|-----------2---2-|-0-0---0---3---3-|-2-2---2---0---0-|
|-----------------|-----------3---3-|-2-2---2---3---3-|-0-0---0---------|
 Sent him off to prison For a seventy dollar robbery Closed the door behind him And they threw away the key Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground He wouldn't take shit from no one He wouldn't bow down or kneel Authorities, they hated him Because he was just too real Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground Prison guards, they cursed him As they watched him from above But they were frightened of his power They were scared of his love Lord, Lord, so they cut George Jackson down Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground Sometimes I think this whole world Is one big prison yard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, Lord, They laid him in the ground

Watching The River Flow [Bob Dylan]

Capo:
I
Turnaround |
E
* | : |
E
E7
Eb7
D7
|
E
. |
|
E
|
A
B
|
E*
|
E
B
|
E
What's the matter with me?
A
I don't have much to say
E
F#
Daylight sneakin' through the window
B
B7
And I'm still in this all-night cafe
E
Walkin' to and fro beneath the moon
A
Out to where the trucks are rollin' slow
E
B
To sit down on this bank of sand
E*
B
And watch the river flow Wish I was back in the city Instead of this old bank of sand With the sun beating down over the chimney tops And the one I love so close at hand If I had wings and I could fly I know where I would go But right now I'll just sit here so contentedly And watch the river flow
B
People disagreeing on just about everything, yeah
E
Makes you stop and wonder why
C#m
F#
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
B
Who just couldn't help but cry
E
Oh, but this ol' river keeps on rollin', though
A
No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow
E
B
And as long as it does I'll just sit here
E*
And watch the river flow |
E
|
E
|
A
|
A
|
E
|
F#
|
B
|
B7
| |
E
|
E
|
A
|
A
|
E
|
B
|
E*
|
E
| People disagreeing everywhere you look Makes you wanna stop and read a book Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street That was really shook
E
But this ol' river keeps on rollin', though
A
No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow
E
B
And as long as it does I'll just sit here
E
A
And watch the river flow And watch the river flow Watchin' the river flow Watchin' the river flow
E
B
But I'll just sit down on this bank of sand
E*
E
And watch the river flow

When I Paint My Masterpiece [Bob Dylan]

Modulate to:
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

Vomit Express [Bob Dylan]

Co-written with Allen Ginsberg
|
C
F
|
G
F
| ... I'm going down to Puerto Rico I'm going down on the midnight plane I'm going down on the Vomit Express I'm going down with my suitcase pain You can take an ancient vacation Fly over Florida's deep-blue end Rise up out of this mad-house nation I'm going down with my oldest tender friend We know each other now twenty years Seen murders, and we wept tears Now we're gonna take ourselves a little bit of free time Wandering round the southern poverty clime Start flyin' with all the poor old sick ladies Everybody in the plane, crowded and drunk, and they're crazy Flyin' home to die in the wobbly air All night long, they wanted the cheapest fare When we're down on the air field, I've never been there Except once walkin' around the air field in the great wet heat Walk out, smell that old mother-load of shit from the tropics Stomach growl, love, oh friends, beware Me and my friend, no we won't even drink And I won't eat meat and I won't fuck around Gonna walk the streets alone, cars all blink and wink Taxis, buses and US gas all around Start reading poetry at the university, meet kids Look at their breasts, touch their hands, kiss their heads Seen from the heart, maybe the four buddhist noble truths "Existence is suffering", it ends when you're dead Go out, walk up on the mountain, see the green rain Imagine that forest, find, get lost Sit cross-legged and meditate on old love pain Watch every old love turn to gold See raindrops and the jungle rainbow dancin' men Brown legs walk around on the mud road Far from US smog, war, again Sit down, empty mind, vomit my holy load Come back to earth, walk the streets in shock Smoke some grass and eat me some cock Kiss the mouth of the sweetest boy I can see Who shows me his white teeth and brown skin joy Go find my old friend, we'll go to the museum Talk 'bout politics with the cats, and ask for revolution Get back on the plane and chant high in the sky Back to earth, to New York garbage streets and fly I'm gonna come back with frighteneds in the hot At New York's electrical eternity here Pull the air conditioner plug from the wall Sit down with my straight spine and pray