Bob Dylan – Masters Of War chords

Chords:
Transpose:
A couple of submitters over the internet were submitting this song incorrectly, so I 
to submit the correct way to play this song. It's from Bob Dylan's 1963 album ''The 
Bob Dylan''.


Capo on the 8th fret:

Intro | Am *G/A |


Am G/A Am G/ACome you masters of war
Am G/A Am G/AYou that build all the guns
Am G/A Am G/AYou that build the death planes
Am G/A Am G/AYou that build the big bombs
Am G/A Am G/AYou that hide behind walls
Am G/A Am G/AYou that hide behind desks
Am GI just want you to know
Am G/AI can see through your masks
Am G/A Am G/AYou that never done nothin’
Am G/A Am G/ABut build to destroy
Am G/A Am G/AYou play with my world
Am G/A Am G/ALike it’s your little toy
Am G/A Am G/AYou put a gun in my hand
Am G/A Am G/AAnd you hide from my eyes
Am GAnd you turn and run farther
Am G/AWhen the fast bullets fly
Am G/A Am G/ALike Judas of old
Am G/A Am G/AYou lie and deceive
Am G/A Am G/AA world war can be won
Am G/A Am G/AYou want me to believe
Am G/A Am G/ABut I see through your eyes
Am G/A Am G/AAnd I see through your brain
Am CLike I see through the water
G Am G/A Am G/AThat runs down my drain
Am G/A Am G/AYou fasten the triggers
Am G/A Am G/AFor the others to fire
Am G/B Am G/AThen you set back and watch
Am G Am G/AWhen the death count gets higher
Am G/A Am G/AYou hide in your mansion
Am G G/B Am G/AAs young people’s blood
Am GFlows out of their bodies
Am G/AAnd is buried in the mud
Am G/A Am G/AYou’ve thrown the worst fear
Am G/A Am G/AThat can ever be hurled
Am G/A Am G/A AmFear to bring children
G D/F# Am G/AInto the world
Am G/A Am G/AFor threatening my baby
Am G D/F# Am G/AUnborn and unnamed
Am CYou ain’t worth the blood
G Am G/AThat runs in your veins
Am G/A Am G/AHow much do I know
Am G/A Am G/ATo talk out of turn
Am G/A Am G/AYou might say that I’m young
Am G D/F# Am G/AYou might say I’m unlearned
Am G/A Am G/ABut there’s one thing I know
Am G Am G/AThough I’m younger than you
Am GEven Jesus would never
D/F# Am G/AForgive what you do
Am G/A Am G/ALet me ask you one question
Am G/A Am G/AIs your money that good
Am G/A Am G/AWill it buy you forgiveness
Am G D/F# Am G/ADo you think that it could
Am G/A Am G/AI think you will find
Am G D/F# Am G/AWhen your death takes its toll
Am GAll the money you made
D/F# Am G/AWill never buy back your soul
Am G/A Am G/AAnd I hope that you die
Am G/A Am G/AAnd your death’ll come soon
Am G/A Am G/AI will follow your casket
Am G D/F# Am G/AIn the pale afternoon
Am G/A Am G/AAnd I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Am D/F# Am G/ADown to your deathbed
Am CAnd I’ll stand o’er your grave
G Am’Til I’m sure that you’re dead
That's it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated!
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