Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan tab

Bob Dylan (1962)
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Recorded Nov 20 and 22, 1961
Released March 19, 1962
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1.You’re No Good
2.Talking New York
3.In My Time Of Dyin’
4.Man of Constant Sorrow
5.Fixin’ to Die
6.Pretty Peggy-O
7.Highway 51 Blues
8.Gospel Plow
9.Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
10.House of the Rising Sun
11.Freight Train Blues
12.Song to Woody
13.See That My Grave is Kept Clean

Outtake:
14.Man on the Street
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1.You're No Good
(That's what it's called on bobdylan.com anyway)


Note that the harmonica interlude is played in the key of G major, but with a C harp,
style.


C   F   C   G

        C                F               C /b /Bb  A7
Well, I don't know why I love you like I do
  D7                    G              C
Nobody in the world can get along with you
            C               F                    C /b /Bb A7
You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den
       D7                  G                    C
I come home last night you wouldn't even let me in.
   E                               F
Oh sometimes you're as sweet as anybody want to be
   D7                               G    (n.c.)
Oh when you get the crazy notion of jumping all over me
          C                    F                 C /b /Bb A7
Well, you give me the blues, I guess you're satisfied
         D7                  G                  C
When you give me the blues I wanna lay down and die.

G . . . |C . . . |G . /f# /f |E . . .|
A7. . . |D7. . . |G .  .  .  |. . . .|
B7. . . |. . . . |C .  .  .  |. . . .|
A7. . . |. . . . |D(n.c.) .  |. . . .|
G . . . |C . . . |G . /f# /f |E . . .|
A7. . . |D7. . . |G .  .  .  |. . . .|

I helped you when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama
I helped you when you had no food to eat
Now you're that kind of woman that just don't understand
You're taking all my money and give it to another man.
Well, you're that kind of woman makes a man lose his brains
You're that kind of woman drives me insane
Well, you give me the blues, I guess you're satisfied
    D7                   G                  C   /b /Bb A7
You give me the blues, I wanna lay down and die.
    D7                   G                  C  .  . G C
You give me the blues, I wanna lay down and die
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2.Talking New York

G . C . D . .
G . C . D . . G C/g G . G . . .

G                   C    /b
Rambling out of the wild west
D
Leaving the towns I love the best
G                     C
Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
        D                  /f# G (. /e/d . )
'Till I come into New York town
C                               /b
People going down to the ground
D                              /f# G
Buildings going up to the sky.

G . C /b D . . /f#G ./e/d G

Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowing snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then.

I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side:
Greenwich Village.

I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said: "Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folksingers here.

Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play
Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved my sound
He was raving about he loved my sound
Dollar a day's worth.

After weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the Union and paid my dues.

Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It don't take too long to find out
Just what he was talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut something.

So one morning when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And heated out for the western skies
So long New York
Howdy, East Orange.
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3.In My Time of Dyin'

The song is basically just a finger-picking/bottleneck exercise over a sustained chord
Open D/E tuning. It's all in the singing... :-)

Open D tuning (D-A-d-f#-a-d')/Capo 4th fret or (preferably, since the 12-|th fret is
to hit then) Open E tuning (E-B-e-g--------------------------------------|b-e')/capo 2nd fret.

Below is the intro and the first verse tabbed the way it is played. All the slide
are played with the bottleneck, but if you haven't emptied your bottle yet, the fingers will
to do.

The lick that is played here and there in the intro and between lines eventually settles
a more fixed form:

: . . . : . .|-----------------0-------|-------------------||-----------------0-------|-------------------||-----------2/3-----1-----|-------------------||-------------------------|-3---0-------------||-------------------------|-----------0-----3-||-0-----0-----0---------0-|-------0-----0-----|
[Intro]
. . : . . . : . . . : . . .-------------|-----0-----------0-------|-------------------------|-----0-------------0-----|-------------|-----0-----------0-------|-------------------------|-----0-----------0-0-----|-------------|-----------2/3-----2\1---|-------------------------|-----------2/3---3-----1-|-----------0-|-----------------------3-|-3---0-----------------0-|-------------------------|-----3-------|-------------------------|-0---------0-----3-------|-------------------------|-0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----------|-------0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|
: . . . : . . . : . . .|-------------------------|-----0-----------0-------|-----------0----/7-------||-------------------------|-----0-----------0-------|-----------0-----0-------||-------------------------|-----------2-----3-1-----|-------------------------||-3---0-----0-----------0-|-------------------------|-3-----------------------||-3p0-------------3-------|-------------------------|-0---0-------------------||-------0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0---------0-|-------0-----0-----0---0-|
: . . . : . . . : . . .|-5-----3---0-----------3-|----p0----/12----12------|-----12------------------||-0---------------0-----3-|----p0----/12------------|-------------------------||-------------------------|-------------------------|-----------0-------------||-------------------------|-----0-------------------|-------------0---------0-||-------------------------|-------------------------|-----------------3-------||-0---0-0---0-0-----0-----|-0-----0---0-0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|
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Well, In my time of dyin : . . . : . . . : . . .|-----------------0-------|-------------------------|-----------------------0-||-------------------------|-------------------------|-----------0-----------0-||-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------||-----0-----3-------------|-------------------------|-----3-----------0-------||-----------------------0-|-----3-----0-----3-----0-|-------------------------||-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|
don't want no - body to moan All : . . . : . . . : . . .|-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------||-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------||-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------||-------------------------|-------------------------|-----------3-----0-------||-----0-----3-----0-----3-|-----0-----3-----0-----3-|-----0-----------------3-||-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|
I want for you to do, is take my bo-dy home : . . . : . . . : . . .|-----------------------0-|-----------0-------------|-------------------------||-----------------------0-|-----------0-------------|-------------------------||-------------------------|-----0-----------3-----1-|-------------------------||-----------------0-------|-------------------------|-----3-----0-----------0-||-----0-----3-------------|-------------------------|-----------------3-------||-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|
Well well well so I can die ea - sy, well well well : . . . : . . . : . . .|---0-------7/12--12----0-|-----------------0-------|-----0-----------0-------||---0-------7/12--12----0-|-----------------0-------|-----0-----------0-------||-----------------------0-|-------------------------|-----------1/3---3-1-----||-------------------------|-----------0-------------|-------------------------||-------------------------|-----3-------------------|-------------------------||-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0---------0-|
well well well so I can die : . . . : . . . : . . .|-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------||-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------||-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------||-3---0-----------------0-|-------------------------|-----------0-------------||-----------0-----3-------|-----3-----0-----3-----0-|-----3-----------3-----0-||-------0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|
ea - sy, Je-sus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make : . . . : . . . : . . .|-------------------------|-----------------0-----7/|(12)-12-----/7-----5-----||-----------------------0-|-----------------0-----7/|(12)-12------------------||-----------------------3-|-------------------------|-----------0-------------||------------0----3-------|-----------0-------------|-----------0-------------||-----3-----------------0-|-----3-------------------|-------------------------||-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0---0-0---0-|
up my dying bed : . . . : . . . . : . . .|-3---0-----------------0-------|----------------0-------|------------------0-------||-----------------------0-------|------------------------|--------------------------||-----------0-----0-------------|----------2--/3---1-----|-----------2/3------1-----||-------------------------------|----0-------------0-----|-3---0--------------------||-----------------------------3-|------------------------|--------------------------||-0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----|0-----0-----0---------0-|-------0-----0----------0-|
: . . . : . . . : . . .|-----------------------0-|----------0--------------|-----------0-----------0-||-----------------3-------|-----------0-------------|-------------------------||---------1/2/3---3-------|----/3-----0-3-----3-----|-------------------------||-3---0-------------------|-----0-------3-----3---0-|-----------------0-------||-------------------------|-------------3p0---------|-----0-------------------||-------0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|
Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed. Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air If these wings should fail to me, Lord, won't you meet me with another pair? Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed. Lord, in my time of dying don't want nobody to cry All I want you to do is take me when I die Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4.Man of Constant Sorrow /c /b D/a G C I am a man of constant sorrow /b D G /c-b D/a I've seen trouble all my days G C I'll say goodbye to Colorado D G Where I was born and partly raised. Your mother says I'm a stranger My face you'll never see no more But there's one promise, darling: I'll see you on God's golden shore. Through this open world I'm about to ramble Through ice and snows, sleet and rain I'm about to ride that morning railroad Perhaps I'll die on that train. I'm going back to Colorado The place that I started from If I had known how bad you'd treat me honey I never would have come. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5.Fixin' to Die Drop D Tuning (DAdgbe')
prominent bass fills: D D/c D/b Riff 1 Riff 2 Riff 3 Riff 4e---------------------------------|B---------------------------------|G---------------------------------|D-------------0-------------------|A----------3b-------0h3------0h2--|D--5s0----------------------------|
Intro: Riff 1 x 4, Riff 2 x 2 D Riff 3 Riff 4 D Riff 2 x 2 Feelin funny in my mind lord, I believe I'm fixin to die D Riff 3 Riff 4 D Riff 2 x 2 Feelin funny in my mind lord, I believe I'm fixin to die D Riff 3 Riff 4 D Riff 2 x 2 Well I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin' Well look over yonder, to that buryin ground Look over yonder, to that buryin ground Sure seems lonesome, lord when the sun goes down [Riff 1 x 2] Feelin' funny in my eyes lord, I believe I'm fixin to die, fixin to die Feelin' funny in my eyes lord, I believe I'm fixin to die Well I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin' Well there's black smoke risin' lord, it's risin' up above my head, [Riff 1 x 2] up above my head Well there's black smoke risin' lord, it's risin' up above my head Can tell Jesus, "Make up my dyin' bed" Well I'm walkin' kinda funny lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, [Riff 1 x 2] fixin' to die Yes I'm walkin' kinda funny lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, [Riff 1 x 4] fixin' to die, fixin' to die Well I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 6.Pretty Peggy-O One verse intro (w/harp) I've been around this whole country But I never yet found Fennario. G Well, as we marched down, as we marched down D Well, as we marched down to Fennerio' G C Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove D G the name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O Well, what will your mother say, what will your mother say What will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O What will your mother say to know you're going away You're never, never, never coming back-io ? Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O Come a-running down your stairs Combing back your yellow hair You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io. The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O The lieutenant he has gone, long gone He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo. Well, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead Our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O Well, our captain he is dead, died for a maid He's buried somewhere in Louisiana-O. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 7.Highway 51 Blues Played in Open D/E tuning. The song is played in E, so either tune in open E or in open D with a capo on the 2nd fret. The basic chords are: E 000000 A 020120 B x02100 The most dominant riff that goes through the whole song, or rather: wherever there is an chord, is (it is mainly played on the bass strings, but of course it doesn't matter if strings are sounding):
: . . . : . . .|-0---------------|-------------------||-0---------------|-------------------||-0---------------|-------------------||-0---------------|-3---0-5---0-3-----||-0---------------|-3---0-5---0-3-----||-0---------------|-3---0-5---0-3-----|The verses end with a different lick:
: . . . :|-----------------|--------||-----------------|--------||-----------------|--------||-3---0-----------|--------||---------3p0-----|--------||-------------3---|-0------|There are other riffs, but they are all mainly variations on the same theme: openand strings stopped on the 3rd fret. One might even use one's own imagination...
E Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door A E Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door B If I don't get the girl I'm loving E Won't go down to Highway 51 no more. Well, I know that highway like I know my hand Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand Running from up Wisconsin way down to no man's land. Well, if I should die before my time should come And if I should die before my time should come Won't you bury my body out on the Highway 51. Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door If I don't get the girl I'm loving Won't go down to Highway 51 no more. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 8.Gospel Plow Dropped D tuning (D-A-d-g-b-e') Chords:
D 000232A x02220 or 202220G 020033fill: : . . . :---2-----------|---|---3-----------|---|---2-----------|---|---0-----------|-0-|---------0--3--|---|---------------|---|
D Mary wore three links of chain, A D Ev'ry link was Jesus name, G A D [fill] Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on, A D [fill] Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, G A D [fill] Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on. Mary, Mark and Luke and John, All these prophets so good and gone, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on, Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on. I never been to heaven, but I've been told, Streets up there are line with gold, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on, Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on. Dig my grave with a bloody spade, See that my digger gets well paid, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on, Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on. That gospel line gets mighty hot, But just hang on with all you got, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on, Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on. When I get to the glory land, Gonna play in the glory land, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on, Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord, Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 9.Baby, Let Me Follow You Down Capo 2nd fret (sounding key A major) Chords (The F is played with a hammer-on from the open 6th string): Eb/g 3xx343 G/b 7xx787 D/a 5xx775 or x0x775 C/e 000553 D/f# 200232 C/g 332010 He doesn't always get the descent (“I'll do anything...”) right -- sometimes it seems he sends the thumb away to some bass string (sometimes both the E and the A). Especially G/b – it is generally so blurred that it's apparent that he's fingering something – most the 7th fret with the thumb – but the b rarely sounds, and at times he just an E on the open 6th string. The tab of the intro below is fairly accurate, which does not mean that it should be copied; the basic features are the steady thumb and the triple feel of the treble strings, some variation or another. Between the chords in the descent (mm. 3-5), the last upbeat each chord is struck while in transition from one chord to the next, hence they are muted (indicated with “x”) or open strings. Intro:
G F C/g : . . . : . . . : . . .---|-----3-------3---3-------|-------1---------1-------|-------------------------|---|-0---0-------0---0-------|-------1---------1-------|-------1-----1---1-----x-|---|-0---------0-------------|-----------2-----------0-|-----------------------x-|---|-------------------------|-------------------------|-----2-----2-------------|---|-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------|-0-|-3-----3-----3-----3-----|-0--h1-1-----1-----1-----|-3-----3-----3-----3-----|
Eb/g G/b D/a C/e D/f# : . . . : . . . : . . .|-3-----3---3-------3-----|-7-----7-----5---5-------|-3---3-3---2-------------||-4-----4---4-------4---x-|-8-----8--(0)7---7----(0)|-5---5-5---3-------------||-----3-----------3-----x-|-----7----(0)---------(0)|-----------------2-----0-||-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------||-------------------------|-------------------------|-------------------------||-3-----3-----3-----3-----|-7-----7-----5-----5-----|-0-----0-----2-----2-----|
C/g D/f# G : . . . : . . .|(0)----------2-----------|-------3---------3-------||-1-----------3-----------|-------------------------||-----0-----0-----2-------|-----0-------0-----------||-----------------------0-|-------------------------||-------------------------|-------------------------||-3-----3-----2-----2-----|-3-----3-----3-----3-----|
I first heard this from Ric von Schmidt. He lives in Cambridge. Ric is a blues guitar player. I met him one day in the green pastures of Harvard University. G F C/g Eb/g Baby let me follow you down, baby let me follow you down G/b D/a C/e D/f# Well I'll do anything in this godalmighty world C/g D/f# G If you just let me follow you down. Can I come home with you, baby can I come home with you? Yes I'll do anything in this godalmighty world If you just let me come home with you. Baby let me follow you down, baby let me follow you down Well I'll do anything in this godalmighty world If you just let me follow you down. Yes I'll do anything in this godalmighty world If you just let me follow you down. Additional verses (from Witmark demo): I'll buy you a diamond ring, I'll buy you a wedding gown Yes I'll do anything in this godalmighty world If you just let me follow you down. I just want you to understand, baby please understand, Well I'll do anything in this godalmighty world if you just let me be your man. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 10.House of the Rising Sun Intro: (* = slide up on the sixth string). Interlude between verses something of the as the intro. Am . C/g . |D/f# . F . |Am . E . *|Am . . . Am C/g D/f# F There is a house down in New Orleans Am C/g E they call the rising sun Am C/g D/f# F And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl Am E Am and me, oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk. He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town. Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun. Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain. I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun. There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 11.Freight Train Blues Intro: |:C . . . |. . G C :| |C . . . |. . . . D |G . . . | |C . . . |F . . . |C . . G |C C I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack G C Just a little shanty by the railroad track C Freight train was it taught me how to cry G C hummin' of the driver was my lullaby I got the freight train blues D G Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes C F And when the whistle blows I gotta go baby, don't you know C G C Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues. Well, my daddy was a fireman and my old ma here, She was the only daugther of an engineer My sweetheart loved a brakeman and it ain't no joke It's a shamethe way she keeps a good man broke I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes And when the whistle blows I gotta go oh mama, don't you know Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues. Well, the only thing that makes me laugh again Is a southbound whistle on a southbound train Every place I wanna go I never can go, because you know I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes. [finish off with harp] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 12.Song to Woody Capo 2nd fret (sounding key A major) Intro:
G : . . : . . : . .|-----3-3-3-3-|-----3-3-3-3-|-----3-3-----||-----0-0-0-0-|-----0-0-0-0-|-----0-0-----||-----0-0-0-0-|-----0-0-0-0-|-----0-0-----||-------------|-------------|-------------||-2-----------|-0h2---------|-0h2-----0---||(3)----------|-------------|-------------|
G : . . : . . : . . : . .|-----3---3---|-----3-------|-----3---3---|-----3---3--||-----0---0---|-----0-------|-----0---0---|-----0---0--||-----0---0---|-----0-------|-----0---0---|-----0---0--||-----0---0---|-0h2---------|-------------|-0----------||-------------|---------2---|-------------|------------||-3-----------|-------------|-0-----------|------------|
I'm : . . : . . : . .|-------------|-------------|--------------||-----0-0-0-0-|-----0-0-0-0-|-----3-3-3-3--||-----0-0-0-0-|-----0-0-0-0-|-----2-2-2-2--||-----0-0-0-0-|-0h2---------|-----0-0-0-0--||-2-----------|-------------|--------------||(3)----------|-------------|-2------------|
out here a thou - sand miles... G D/f# G [lick 1] I'm out here a thousand miles from my home C G/b D/a G [lick 1] Walking a road other men have gone down G /DhE C G [lick 1] I'm seeing your world of people and things G [lick 2] /b (D/a) G [lick 1] Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings. Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song About a funny old world that's coming along Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn It looks like it's dying and it's hardly been born. Hey Woody Guthrie but I know that you know All the things that I'm saying and a many times more I'm singing you this song but I can't sing enough 'Cause there's not many men that've done the things that you've done. Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too And to all the good people that travelled with you Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men That come with the dust and are gone with the wind. I'm leaving tomorrow but I could leave today Somewhere down the road someday The very last thing that I'd want to do Is to say I've been hitting some hard travelling too. lick 1:
: . . : . . : . .|-----3-3-----|-----3---3---|-----3---3---||-----0-0-----|-----0---0---|-----0---0---||-----0-0-----|-----0---0---|-----0---0---||-0h2---------|-------------|-0-----------||---------2---|-------------|-------------||-------------|-3-----------|-------------|lick 2 (in verses 2-4 the hammer-ons are on the fifth string):
: . . : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . :|-------------|-------------|-------------|-------------|-------------|-------------|---||-------------|-------------|-------------|-------------|-----3---3---|-----3---3---|---||-----0---0---|-----0---0---|-----0---0---|-----0---0---|-----0---0---|-----0---0---|---||-------------|-0h2---------|-0h2---------|-0h2---------|-------------|-------------|---||-------------|-------------|-------------|-------------|-0h2-----0---|-------------|---||-3-----------|-------------|-------------|-------------|-------------|-------------|-3-| paupers_________________________________________ and peasants....----------------------------------------------------------------------------13.See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
Dropped D tuning (D-A-d-g-b-e') Chords: D 000232 D/c x30030 D/b x20030 \ = slide down
Intro: : . . . : . . . : . . .|---2-2-(etc.)----|-----------------|-----------------|----||---3-3-----------|-----------------|-----------------|----||---2-3-----------|-----------------|-----------------|----||---0-0---0-----3-|-3-0-------------|-----------------|-0--||-0-----3---------|-----3-0---------|---------------3-|----||-0---------------|---------0--\3---|-0--\3---0-------|----|
D D/c D/b D (/c-d) Well there's one kind-a favor I'll ask of you D D/c D/b D (/c-d) Well there's one kind-a favor I'll ask of you D D/c D/b D (/c-d) There's just one kind favor I'll ask of you D D/c /b D You can see that my grave is kept clean. D /c /b D (/c-d) And there's two white horses following me D /c /b D (/c-d) And there's two white horses following me D /c /b (5th str: 0h2) I got two white horses following me D /c /b D Waiting on my burying ground. Did you ever hear that coughin' sound Did you ever hear that coughin' sound Did you ever hear that coughin' sound Means another poor boy is underground. Did you ever hear them church bells tone Have you ever hear that church bells tone Did you ever hear them church bells tone Means another poor boy is dead and gone. And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold Now I believe what the bible told. There's just one last favor I'll ask of you And there's one last favor I'll ask of you There's just one last favor I'll ask of you See that my grave is kept clean. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 14.Outtake: Man on the Street Bass pattern for the third and fourth lines:
G Em : . . . : . . .|-------------|---------------||-------------|---------------||-------------|---------------||----0--2--0--|---------------||-------------|-0h2----2------||-3-----------|-----3-----0---|
G . . . Em G . . .
GWell I'll sing you a song, ain't very long, *|-----0---0-----------0---0-| Em* |-----0---0-----------0---0-|'Bout an old man who never done wrong. |-----0---0-----------0---0-|G |-----2---2-----------2---2-|How he died nobody can say, |-------------0h2-----------| Em* |-0---------------0---------|They found him dead in the street one day.
Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn, At the man whose clothes 'n' shoes were torn. There on the sidewalk he did lay, They stopped 'n' stared and they went their way. Well, the p'liceman come and he looked around, "Get up, old man, or I'm a-takin' you down." He jabbed him once with his bully club, the old man then rolled off the curb. Well, he jabbed him again and loudly said: "Call the wagon; this man is dead." The wagon come, they loaded him in, I never saw the man again. I've sung you my song, it ain't very long, 'Bout an old man who never done wrong. How he died no body could say, They found him dead in the street one day. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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