here's the corrected version..
once again, you will see these special
bits in the chord part of the song..
i find that this song sounds better if you use a thin pick..
so knock yourself out..
..ed.
C*:
e|--0-000-0-------|B|--1-111-1-------|G|--0-000-0-0-----|D|--2-222-2--2p0--|A|--3-333-3-------|E|----------------|
G*:
e|--3-333---------333-3-333-3-333-3-------|B|--0-000---------000-0-000-0-000-0-------|G|--0-000---------000-0-000-0-000-0-------|D|--0-000---0-----000-0-000-0-000-0-------|A|--2-222--2-2p0--222-2-222-2-222-2--2h3--|E|--3-333-3-----3-333-3-333-3-333-3-3-----|
G**
e|--3-333-3-------|B|--0-000-0-------|G|--0-000-0-------|D|--0-000-0-------|A|--2-222-2--2h3--|E|--3-333-3-3-----|
When transferring from the chorus to the intro, simply do this:
e|-------|B|-------|G|-------|D|--3----|A|---2---|E|----2--|
Intro:
e|---333---------222----------|---333---------222----------|B|---000---------333----------|---000---------333----------|G|---000---------222----2p0h2-|---000---------222----2p0h2-|D|---000----0----000---0------|---000----0----000---0------|A|---222---2-2-0-000--0-------|---222---2-2-0-000--0-------|E|-3-333--3------000----------|-3-333--3------000----------|
e|---000---------333---------|-000----222----333-3-|B|---111---------000---------|-222----333----000-0-|G|---000----0----000---------|-222--2-222----000-0-|D|---222---2-2-0-000----0----|-222--0-000--0-000-0-|A|-3-333--3------222---2-2-0-|------0------2-222-2-|E|---------------333--3------|-------------3-333-3-|
G C F
-Got the Bob Dylan Blues, and the Bob Dylan shoes
C* G*
And my clothes' and my hair's in a mess
C
But you know i just couldn't care less
C F
Gonna write me a song, bout what's right and what's wrong
C G*
Bout' God and my girl and all that
C
Quiet while I make like a cat
-Chorus I:
C F C
Cos' I'm a poet, Don't ya know it?
F
And the wind.. ..You can blow it,
C G*
Cos' I'm Mr. Dylan the King
C
And I'm free as a bird on the wing
-Roam from town to town, guess I get people down,
But I don't care too much about that..
Cos' my gut and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lotta dough, but i deserve it though,
I got soul and a good heart of gold,
So I'll sing about war and the cold
-Chorus II:
C G**
Cos' I'm a poet, Don't ya know it?
C F
And the wind.. ..You can blow it,
C* G*
Cos' I'm Mr. Dylan the King
C
And I'm free as a bird on the wing
-Intro
-Well I sings about dreams, and I rhymes it with seems,
Cos' it seems that my dream always means..
That I can prophesy all kinds of things
Well the guy that digs me, should try hard to see,
That he buys all my disks in a hat..
And when I'm in town go see that [strum C a few more times]
-Chorus II [strum lightly]
-Intro [fade to a light strum]
(oh, and sorry timmy, for doing a half-assed job the first time)
(..i made it up to you, no?)
love and peace.
