Transpose up (k) Transpose down (j) Cycle song versions (v) Toggle Nashville chords (n) Toggle lyrics only (z) Toggle modulation (m) ------------------------- Artist index (i) Current artist index (I) Song index Tuning index Folk index Theory help ------------------------- Toggle multicolumn (c) Toggle dark mode ------------------------- Find song (f) Random song (r) Random song (current artist) (R)

The Cambridge Bob Dylan Society : 11-Dec-2025 (Theme: 1975)


  1. Shelter From The Storm
    +2
  2. Idiot Wind
    +1
  3. The Lakes Of Pontchartrain

  4. Simple Twist Of Fate
    +3
  5. Up To Me
  6. Going Down To Bangor
  7. Must Be Santa

Shelter From The Storm [Bob Dylan]

Capo:
II
(Show chord shapes)
D 054000 G 020120
A 042000 Gadd9 020100
|
D
A
|
G
D
|
x2
D
A
G
D
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
D
A
G
Gadd9
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
D
A
G
Gadd9
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
D
A
G
D
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
|
D
A
|
G
D
|
x2
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed Just to think that it all began on a non-eventful morn "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn? "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation and she gave me a lethal dose I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"


Idiot Wind [Bob Dylan]

Harp:
G
Cm
Someone's got it in for me
D
G
(
C/g
) They're planting stories in the press
Cm
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out
D
G
(
C/g
) But when they will I can only guess
Em
Bm
They say I shot a man named Gray
Am
G
And took his wife to Italy
Em
Bm
She inherited a million bucks
Am
G
And when she died it came to me
Bm
C
I can't help it if I'm lucky
People see me all the time And they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas Images and distorted facts Even you, yesterday You had to ask me where it was at I couldn't believe after all these years You didn't know me better than that Sweet lady
G
C
G
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
C
D7
Blowing down the backroads headin' south
G
C
G
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
C
You're an idiot, babe
D7
G
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
I ran into the fortune-teller Who said beware of lightning that might strike I haven't known peace and quiet For so long I can't remember what it's like There's a lone soldier on the cross Smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done In the final end he won the war After losin' every battle I woke up on the roadside Daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are Visions of your chestnut mare Shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars You hurt the ones that I love best And cover up the truth with lies One day you'll be in the ditch Flies buzzin' around your eyes Blood on your saddle Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb Blowing through the curtains in your room Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe It was gravity which pulled us down And destiny which broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage But it just wasn't enough to change my heart Now everything's a little upside down As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped What's good is bad, what's bad is good You'll find out when you reach the top You're on the bottom I noticed at the ceremony Your corrupt ways had finally made you blind I can't remember your face anymore Your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine The priest wore black on the seventh day And sat stone-faced while the building burned I waited for you on the running boards Near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned Slowly into Autumn Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe I can't feel you anymore I can't even touch the books you've read Every time I crawl past your door I been wishin' I was somebody else instead Down the highway, down the tracks Down the road to ecstasy I followed you beneath the stars Hounded by your memory And all your ragin' glory I been double-crossed now for the very last time And now I'm finally free I kissed goodbye the howling beast On the borderline which separated you from me You'll never know the hurt I suffered Nor the pain I rise above And I'll never know the same about you Your holiness or your kind of love And it makes me feel so sorry Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats Blowing through the letters that we wrote Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves We're idiots, babe It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves


The Lakes Of Pontchartrain [Bob Dylan]

<Trad>
C
Em
F
C
Csus4
G
C
'Twas on a bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
C
Em
F
C
C
F
I took the train from Jackson, my fortune to renew
C
Em
F
C
F
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
C
Em
F
C
G
C
Which sent my heart a-longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain
|
C
Em
|
F
C
|
C
G
|
C
| I hopped on board of a railway car, beneath the morning sun I rode the roads till the evening, then I laid me down again All strangers there, no friends to me, till a dark girl towards me came And I fell in love with a Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain I said, "My pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood" "You're welcome here kind stranger, our home is very plain But we never turn a stranger out, on the lakes of Pontchartrain" She took me into her mammy's house, and treated me quite well The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell To try and paint her beauty, I'm sure 'twould be in vain So handsome was my Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain I asked her if she would marry me, she said that never can be For she had got a lover, and he was far at sea She swore that she'd be true to him and true she would remain Till he returned to his Creole girl, on the banks of Pontchartrain So fare thee well my pretty young girl, I never will see you no more But I'll ne'er forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore And at each social gathering a flowing glass I'll drain And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl, on the banks of Pontchartrain


Simple Twist Of Fate [Bob Dylan]

Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D)
Capo:
II
Harp:
G
[or
A
with capo] (cross)
(Show chord shapes)
D 054000 A(ii) x42000 Gadd9 020100
Dmaj7 044000 G 020120 Em x02120
D7 034000 Gm xx5450 A11 x02100
D
They sat together in the park
Dmaj7
As the evening sky grew dark
D7
She looked at him and he felt a spark
G
Gadd9
Tingle to his bones
Gm
'Twas then he felt alone
D
A(ii)
G
Gadd9
And wished that he'd gone straight
D
Em
A11
D
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked along by the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a strange hotel With a neon burnin' bright He felt the heat of the night Hit him like a freight train Moving with a simple twist of fate A saxophone someplace far off played As she was walkin' on by the arcade As the light bust through a beat-up shade Where he was wakin' up She dropped a coin into the cup Of a blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate
Instrumental verse
He woke up, the room was bare He didn't see her anywhere He told himself he didn't care Pushed the window open wide Felt an emptiness inside To which he just could not relate Brought on by a simple twist of fate He hears the ticking of the clocks And walks along with a parrot that talks Hunts her down by the waterfront docks Where the sailors all come in Maybe she'll pick him out again How long must he wait? Once more for a simple twist of fate People tell me it's a sin To know and feel too much within I still believe she was my twin But I lost the ring She was born in spring But I was born too late Blame it on a simple twist of fate


Up To Me [Bob Dylan]

Capo:
II
Harp:
D
[or
E
with capo] (straight)
(Show chord shapes)
D 054000 Gadd9 020100
A(ii) 042000 A(vii) 777777
G 020120 D/a x04000
D
A(ii)
G
Gadd9
Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing
D
A(ii)
G
Gadd9
Death kept followin', trackin' us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing
A(vii)
D
D
/a
G
Gadd9
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
D
/a
G
D
I know you're long gone, I guess it must be up to me
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it, I guess I would've let it slide If I'd lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity Someone had to reach for the risin' star, I guess it was up to me Oh, the Union Central is pullin' out and the orchids are in bloom I've only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume In fourteen months I've only smiled once and I didn't do it consciously Somebody's got to find your trail, I guess it must be up to me It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch I'd just about convinced myself that nothin' had changed that much The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key Somebody had to unlock your heart, he said it was up to me Well, I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers' club I would've followed you in the door but I didn't have a ticket stub So I waited all night 'til the break of day, hopin' one of us could get free When the dawn came over the river bridge, I knew it was up to me Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity? You looked a little burned out, my friend, I thought it might be up to me Well, I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat She's everything I need and love but I can't be swayed by that It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be But she ain't a-gonna make me move, I guess it must be up to me We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penalty Somebody's got to tell the tale, I guess it must be up to me Well, Dupree came in pimpin' tonight to the Thunderbird Cafe Crystal wanted to talk to him, I had to look the other way Well, I just can't rest without you, love, I need your company But you ain't a-gonna cross the line, I guess it must be up to me There's a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle She's the one you been wonderin' about, but there's really nothin' much to tell We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history Somebody's got to cry some tears, I guess it must be up to me So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime The ringleaders from the county seat say you don't have all that much time And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain't my property One of us has got to hit the road, I guess it must be up to me And if we never meet again, baby, remember me How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free No one else could play that tune, you know it was up to me


Going Down To Bangor [Van Morrison]

Harp:
C
(cross)
Intro: verse chords
C
/bb
C
/bb
G
/f
/g
/f
Well I'm going down to Bangor, I want you to bring me my bucket and spade
C
/bb
C
/bb
G
/f
/g
/f
Well I'm going down to Bangor, bring me my bucket and spade
D
/c
C
/bb
G
/f
/g
/f
I'm going down to Pickie Pool, man we're going in the deep end
Well I got your letter this morning, when the sun was shining so bright Well I got your letter this morning, oh, when the sun was shining so bright I want you to know one thing, that you're the love of my life We're going up to Cavehill, we're going to walk on Napoleon's Nose We're going up to Cavehill, we're going to walk on Napoleon's Nose Way up on the hillside, where the purple heather grows
Instrumental verse
I haven't seen my cousin Billie in such a long time I haven't seen my cousin Billie, not in a long time Well I saw her just the other day, she was standing in a supermarket line Well we're going out in the charabanc, we're just as happy as we can be Well we're going out in the charabanc, we're just as happy as we can be Well we're going to go driving, watch the mountains of Mourne run down to the sea Yeah we're going down to Bangor, just six miles from Donaghadee Oh, we're going down to Bangor, some six miles from Donaghadee I want you to sing this with me, tra-la-la, tra-la-lee Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, tra-la-lee Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, tra-la-lee It's only six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee
Insrumental verse with harp


Must Be Santa [Bob Dylan]

<William Fredericks, Hal Moore>
Modulate to:
A
D
A
E
A
A
E
Who's got a beard that's long and white?
E
A
(Santa's got a beard that's long and white!)
A
E
Who comes around on a special night?
E
A
(Santa comes around on a special night!)
A
Special night! Beard that's white!
Bm
E
Must be Santa
A
F#m
Must be Santa
Bm
E7
A
Must be Santa, Santa Claus
Who wears boots and a suit of red? (Santa wears boots and a suit of red!) Who wears a long cap on his head? (Santa wears a long cap on his head!) Cap on head! Suit that's red! Special night! Beard that's white! Must be Santa Must be Santa Must be Santa, Santa Claus Who's got a big red cherry nose? (Santa's got a big red cherry nose) Who laughs this way: "Ho, Ho, Ho"? (Santa laughs this way: "Ho, Ho, Ho"!) Ho, Ho, Ho! Cherry nose! Cap on head! Suit that's red! Special night! Beard that's white! Must be Santa Must be Santa Must be Santa, Santa Claus
Modulate to:
Bb
|:
Bb
Eb
F
Bb
:|
Bb
F
Who very soon will come our way?
Bb
(Santa very soon will come our way!)
F
Eight little reindeer pull his sleigh?
Bb
(Santa's little reindeer pull his sleigh!)
Reindeer sleigh! Come our way! Ho, Ho, Ho! Cherry nose! Cap on head! Suit that's red! Special night! Beard that's white!
Cm
F
Must be Santa
Bb
Gm
Must be Santa
Cm
F
Bb
Must be Santa, Santa Claus
Modulate to:
B
|:
B
E
F#
B
:|
B
F#
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen
B
Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon
B
F#
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen
B
Carter, Reagan, Bush, and Clinton
Reindeer sleigh! Come our way! Ho, Ho, Ho! Cherry nose! Cap on head! Suit that's red! Special night! Beard that's white!
C#m
F#
Must be Santa
B
G#m
Must be Santa
C#m
F#
B
Must be Santa, Santa Claus
Must be Santa Must be Santa Must be Santa, Santa Claus