Chords for 02 - Bob Dylan - Tombstone Blues - Highway 61 Revisited - 1965

Tempo:
123.65 bpm
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F#

B

F#m

G#

G

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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02 - Bob Dylan - Tombstone Blues - Highway 61 Revisited - 1965 chords
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The sweet pretty [F#] things on [B] [F#] Bednoff course, The city fathers they're trying to endorse,
The reincarnation of [B] Paul [F#] Revere's horse, But the town has no need to [F#] be nervous.
The ghost of Belle Star, [B] she hands down [F#] her wits,
To Jezebel the nun, [B] she violently [F#] knits, A bald wig for Jack the [B] Ripper, [F#] who sits,
At the head of [B] the chamber of [F#] commerce.
[B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with a tombstone blue.
The historical [F#] bride [B] in the penny [F#] arcade, Screaming, Shimon's I've just been made,
Then sends out for the doctor [B] who pulls down [F#] the shade,
And says my advice [B] is to not [F#] let the boys in.
Now the medicine [F#m] man comes and [B] he shuffles [F#] inside, He walks with a swagger [B] and he says to the [F#] bride,
Stop all this weeping, [B] swallow your [F#] pride, You will not [B] die, it's [F#] not poison.
[B] Mama's in the factory, she [F#] ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with a tombstone blue.
Well John the [F#] Baptist [B] after torturing [F#] a thief, Lifts up at his hero, [B] the commander in [F#] chief,
Saying tell me great hero, [B] but please make [F#] it brief, Is there a hole [B] for me to get [F#] sick in?
The commander in chief answers him [B] while chasing [F#] a fly, Saying death to all those [B] who would whimper and [F#] cry,
And dropping a barbell [B] he points to [F#] the sky, Saying the sun's not [B] yellow, [F#] it's chicken.
[B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with a tombstone [F#] blue.
The king of the [B] philistines, his soldiers [F#] to save, Put jawbones on their [B] tombstones and flatters [F#] their graves,
Puts the pied pipers in prison [B] and frightens [F#] the slaves, Then sends them [B] out to [F#] the jungle.
Gypsy David with a blowtorch, [B] he burns out their camps, [F#] With his faithful slave Pedro [B] behind him he [F#] tramps,
With a fantastic [B] collection [F#] of stamps, To win [B] friends and [F#] influence his uncle.
[B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in trouble [F#] with the tombstone blue.
The geometry of innocent [B] flesh on [F#] the bone, Causes [B] Galileo's math book to [F#] get thrown,
At Delilah who's sitting [B] worthlessly [F#] alone, But the tears [B] on her cheeks are [F#] from laughter.
I wish I could give [B] brother Bill his [F#] great thrill, I would set him in chains at [B] the top of [F#] the hill,
Then send out for some pillars, [B] then set some feet [F#] to mill, He could die [B] happily ever [F#] after.
[B] Mama's in the factory, she [F#] ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone [F#] blue.
Lamba Rainey and Beethoven [B] once unwrapped a [F#] bedroll,
Two of the players now rehearse [B] around the [F#] flagpole,
And the National Bank and the profits [B] sell road maps [F#] for the soul,
To the old [B] folks home [F#] in the college.
I wish I could write [B] you a melody [F#] so plain, That could hold you, dear lady, [B] from going [F#] insane,
That could ease you and cool you [B] and cease the [F#] pain, Of your useless [B] and pointless [F#] knowledge.
Mama's [B] in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen [F#] with the tombstone blue.
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12341112
F#m
123111112
G#
134211114
G
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F#
134211112
B
12341112
F#m
123111112
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The sweet pretty [F#] things on [B] [F#] Bednoff course, The city fathers they're trying to endorse,
The _ reincarnation of [B] Paul [F#] Revere's horse, But the town has no need to [F#] be nervous. _ _ _ _
_ The ghost of Belle Star, [B] she hands down [F#] her wits,
To Jezebel the nun, [B] she violently [F#] knits, A bald wig for Jack the [B] Ripper, [F#] who sits,
At the head of [B] the chamber of [F#] commerce.
_ _ [B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with a tombstone blue. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The historical [F#] bride [B] in the penny [F#] arcade, _ Screaming, Shimon's I've just been made,
Then sends out for the doctor [B] who pulls down [F#] the shade,
And says my advice [B] is to not [F#] let the boys in. _
_ _ _ _ _ Now the medicine [F#m] man comes and [B] he shuffles [F#] inside, He walks with a swagger [B] and he says to the [F#] bride,
Stop all this weeping, [B] swallow your [F#] pride, You will not [B] die, it's [F#] not poison.
_ _ [B] Mama's in the factory, she [F#] ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with a tombstone blue. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well John the [F#] Baptist [B] after torturing [F#] a thief, Lifts up at his hero, [B] the commander in [F#] chief,
Saying tell me great hero, [B] but please make [F#] it brief, Is there a hole [B] for me to get [F#] sick in?
_ _ _ The commander in chief answers him [B] while chasing [F#] a fly, Saying death to all those [B] who would whimper and [F#] cry,
And dropping a barbell [B] he points to [F#] the sky, Saying the sun's not [B] yellow, [F#] it's chicken.
_ _ [B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with a tombstone [F#] blue. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The king of the [B] philistines, his soldiers [F#] to save, Put jawbones on their [B] tombstones and flatters [F#] their graves,
Puts the pied pipers in prison [B] and frightens [F#] the slaves, Then sends them [B] out to [F#] the jungle. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Gypsy David with a blowtorch, [B] he burns out their camps, [F#] With his faithful slave Pedro [B] behind him he [F#] tramps,
With a _ fantastic [B] collection [F#] of stamps, To win [B] friends and [F#] influence his uncle.
_ _ _ _ [B] Mama's in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in trouble [F#] with the tombstone blue. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The geometry of innocent [B] flesh on [F#] the bone, Causes _ [B] Galileo's math book to [F#] get thrown,
At Delilah who's sitting [B] worthlessly [F#] alone, But the tears [B] on her cheeks are [F#] from laughter. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I wish I could give [B] brother Bill his [F#] great thrill, I would set him in chains at [B] the top of [F#] the hill,
Then send out for some pillars, [B] then set some feet [F#] to mill, He could die [B] happily ever [F#] after.
_ _ _ [B] Mama's in the factory, she [F#] ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone [F#] blue. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Lamba Rainey and Beethoven [B] once unwrapped a [F#] bedroll,
_ Two of the players now rehearse [B] around the [F#] flagpole,
And the National Bank and the profits [B] sell road maps [F#] for the soul,
To the old [B] folks home [F#] in the college. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I wish I could write [B] you a melody [F#] so plain, That could hold you, dear lady, [B] from going [F#] insane,
That could ease you and cool you [B] and cease the [F#] pain, Of your useless [B] and pointless [F#] knowledge.
Mama's [B] _ in the factory, [F#] she ain't got no shoes, [B] Daddy's in the alley, [F#] he's looking for food,
[B] I'm in the kitchen [F#] with the tombstone blue. _ _ _ _ _
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