Chords for Bob Dorough - Dog
Tempo:
135.2 bpm
Chords used:
G
F
Ab
Eb
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb]
[Bb] The dog trots [F] freely in the street and sees [Ab]
reality, and the [Eb] things he sees are [G] bigger
than [F] himself, and the things [E] he sees are his [G] reality.
[F] Drunks [G] in doorways, [D] moons on trees.
[Eb]
The dog trots freely [G] through the street and the things he sees are [Eb] smaller than himself.
[G] Fish on newsprint, ants in [F] holes, chickens [Dm] in Chinatown windows, their [F] heads a block away.
[Bm]
The dog trots freely in the street and the things he smells, [Ab] smells something like himself.
[G]
[Ab] The dog trots freely in the [G] street past puddles and [F] babies, [Cm] cats and cigars, pool rooms and policemen.
[D] He doesn't hate [G] cops, he merely has no use for them.
He goes past them, past the dead cows hung up whole in front of the San Francisco meat market.
[Dm] He [Bb] would rather [Db] eat a tender cow than a tough policeman, though either must.
[Dbm]
[F] [E] [Fm]
[Eb] [Db]
He goes past the [Abm] Romeo Ravioli factory, [Gm] past Cots [Ab] Tower, past Congressman Doyle.
[Fm] [Ab] He's afraid of Cots Tower, but he's [Db] not afraid of Congressman Doyle, although [Ebm] what he hears
is very discouraging, [A] very depressing, [Fm] very [G] absurd.
[B] To a sad young [Bb] dog like himself, to a [D] serious dog like himself,
[G] [D] [A] but he has his [Gb] own free
[Ab] world to live in, [E] his own fleas to [Db] eat.
[Ab] He will not be [E] muzzled.
Congressman Doyle is just another fire hydrant to him.
[G]
[A]
[Gb] [E]
[B]
[Abm] The dog trots freely [Ab] in the street and has his own dog's life to live and to think about
[G] and to reflect upon, [Ab]
touching and tasting and testing everything, investigating everything
without benefit of perjury.
[Cm] A real realist [Ab] with a real tale to tell and a real tale to tell it with.
A real live barking democratic dog [Am] engaged in real free enterprise [Bbm] with something to
say about ontology, [Bm] something to say about reality and how [Cm] to see it and how to hear
it with his head cocked sideways at [G] street corners as if he is just about to have his
picture taken [C] for Victor [Fm] Records, [Ebm]
[Eb] [D] listening [Am] for his master's voice [F] and looking like a
living question mark into the great gramophone of puzzling [A] existence [Gb] with its wondrous hollow
horn, [Eb] [Db]
which always seems just about to [F] spout forth some victorious [Ab] answer [Bb] to everything.
[F]
[Bb]
[Gm] [Fm] [G]
[E] [F]
[N]
[Bb] The dog trots [F] freely in the street and sees [Ab]
reality, and the [Eb] things he sees are [G] bigger
than [F] himself, and the things [E] he sees are his [G] reality.
[F] Drunks [G] in doorways, [D] moons on trees.
[Eb]
The dog trots freely [G] through the street and the things he sees are [Eb] smaller than himself.
[G] Fish on newsprint, ants in [F] holes, chickens [Dm] in Chinatown windows, their [F] heads a block away.
[Bm]
The dog trots freely in the street and the things he smells, [Ab] smells something like himself.
[G]
[Ab] The dog trots freely in the [G] street past puddles and [F] babies, [Cm] cats and cigars, pool rooms and policemen.
[D] He doesn't hate [G] cops, he merely has no use for them.
He goes past them, past the dead cows hung up whole in front of the San Francisco meat market.
[Dm] He [Bb] would rather [Db] eat a tender cow than a tough policeman, though either must.
[Dbm]
[F] [E] [Fm]
[Eb] [Db]
He goes past the [Abm] Romeo Ravioli factory, [Gm] past Cots [Ab] Tower, past Congressman Doyle.
[Fm] [Ab] He's afraid of Cots Tower, but he's [Db] not afraid of Congressman Doyle, although [Ebm] what he hears
is very discouraging, [A] very depressing, [Fm] very [G] absurd.
[B] To a sad young [Bb] dog like himself, to a [D] serious dog like himself,
[G] [D] [A] but he has his [Gb] own free
[Ab] world to live in, [E] his own fleas to [Db] eat.
[Ab] He will not be [E] muzzled.
Congressman Doyle is just another fire hydrant to him.
[G]
[A]
[Gb] [E]
[B]
[Abm] The dog trots freely [Ab] in the street and has his own dog's life to live and to think about
[G] and to reflect upon, [Ab]
touching and tasting and testing everything, investigating everything
without benefit of perjury.
[Cm] A real realist [Ab] with a real tale to tell and a real tale to tell it with.
A real live barking democratic dog [Am] engaged in real free enterprise [Bbm] with something to
say about ontology, [Bm] something to say about reality and how [Cm] to see it and how to hear
it with his head cocked sideways at [G] street corners as if he is just about to have his
picture taken [C] for Victor [Fm] Records, [Ebm]
[Eb] [D] listening [Am] for his master's voice [F] and looking like a
living question mark into the great gramophone of puzzling [A] existence [Gb] with its wondrous hollow
horn, [Eb] [Db]
which always seems just about to [F] spout forth some victorious [Ab] answer [Bb] to everything.
[F]
[Bb]
[Gm] [Fm] [G]
[E] [F]
[N]
Key:
G
F
Ab
Eb
E
G
F
Ab
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ The dog trots [F] freely in the street and sees [Ab]
reality, and the [Eb] things he sees are [G] bigger
than [F] himself, and the things [E] he sees are his [G] reality.
_ [F] Drunks [G] in doorways, [D] moons on trees.
[Eb] _ _ _
The dog trots freely [G] through the street and the things he sees are [Eb] smaller than himself.
[G] Fish on newsprint, ants in [F] holes, chickens [Dm] in Chinatown windows, their [F] heads a block away.
[Bm] _
_ _ _ The dog trots freely in the street and the things he smells, [Ab] smells something like himself.
[G] _ _ _
[Ab] The dog trots freely in the [G] street past puddles and [F] babies, _ [Cm] cats and cigars, pool rooms and policemen.
[D] He doesn't hate [G] cops, he merely has no use for them.
_ He goes past them, past the dead cows hung up whole in front of the San Francisco meat market. _
_ [Dm] He [Bb] would rather [Db] eat a tender cow than a tough policeman, though either must.
_ _ _ _ [Dbm] _
_ _ [F] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ He goes past the [Abm] Romeo Ravioli factory, [Gm] past Cots [Ab] Tower, past Congressman Doyle.
[Fm] _ [Ab] He's afraid of Cots Tower, but he's [Db] not afraid of Congressman Doyle, although [Ebm] what he hears
is very discouraging, [A] very depressing, [Fm] _ very [G] absurd.
_ _ [B] To a sad young [Bb] dog like himself, to a [D] serious dog like himself, _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] but he has his [Gb] own free
[Ab] world to live in, [E] his own fleas to [Db] eat.
[Ab] He will not be [E] muzzled. _ _
Congressman Doyle is just another fire hydrant to him.
[G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ The dog trots freely [Ab] in the street and has his own dog's life to live and to think about
[G] and to reflect upon, [Ab]
touching and tasting and testing everything, _ investigating everything
without benefit of perjury.
_ [Cm] A real realist [Ab] with a real tale to tell _ _ _ and a real tale to tell it with.
_ _ A real live barking democratic dog [Am] engaged in real free enterprise [Bbm] with something to
say about ontology, _ [Bm] something to say about reality and how [Cm] to see it _ and how to hear
it _ with his head cocked sideways at [G] street corners as if he is just about to have his
picture taken [C] for Victor [Fm] Records, _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [D] listening [Am] for his master's voice [F] _ and looking like a
living question mark into the great gramophone of puzzling [A] existence _ [Gb] _ with its wondrous hollow
horn, _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Db]
which always seems just about to [F] spout forth some victorious [Ab] answer [Bb] to everything.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Fm] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[Bb] _ The dog trots [F] freely in the street and sees [Ab]
reality, and the [Eb] things he sees are [G] bigger
than [F] himself, and the things [E] he sees are his [G] reality.
_ [F] Drunks [G] in doorways, [D] moons on trees.
[Eb] _ _ _
The dog trots freely [G] through the street and the things he sees are [Eb] smaller than himself.
[G] Fish on newsprint, ants in [F] holes, chickens [Dm] in Chinatown windows, their [F] heads a block away.
[Bm] _
_ _ _ The dog trots freely in the street and the things he smells, [Ab] smells something like himself.
[G] _ _ _
[Ab] The dog trots freely in the [G] street past puddles and [F] babies, _ [Cm] cats and cigars, pool rooms and policemen.
[D] He doesn't hate [G] cops, he merely has no use for them.
_ He goes past them, past the dead cows hung up whole in front of the San Francisco meat market. _
_ [Dm] He [Bb] would rather [Db] eat a tender cow than a tough policeman, though either must.
_ _ _ _ [Dbm] _
_ _ [F] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ He goes past the [Abm] Romeo Ravioli factory, [Gm] past Cots [Ab] Tower, past Congressman Doyle.
[Fm] _ [Ab] He's afraid of Cots Tower, but he's [Db] not afraid of Congressman Doyle, although [Ebm] what he hears
is very discouraging, [A] very depressing, [Fm] _ very [G] absurd.
_ _ [B] To a sad young [Bb] dog like himself, to a [D] serious dog like himself, _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] but he has his [Gb] own free
[Ab] world to live in, [E] his own fleas to [Db] eat.
[Ab] He will not be [E] muzzled. _ _
Congressman Doyle is just another fire hydrant to him.
[G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ The dog trots freely [Ab] in the street and has his own dog's life to live and to think about
[G] and to reflect upon, [Ab]
touching and tasting and testing everything, _ investigating everything
without benefit of perjury.
_ [Cm] A real realist [Ab] with a real tale to tell _ _ _ and a real tale to tell it with.
_ _ A real live barking democratic dog [Am] engaged in real free enterprise [Bbm] with something to
say about ontology, _ [Bm] something to say about reality and how [Cm] to see it _ and how to hear
it _ with his head cocked sideways at [G] street corners as if he is just about to have his
picture taken [C] for Victor [Fm] Records, _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [D] listening [Am] for his master's voice [F] _ and looking like a
living question mark into the great gramophone of puzzling [A] existence _ [Gb] _ with its wondrous hollow
horn, _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Db]
which always seems just about to [F] spout forth some victorious [Ab] answer [Bb] to everything.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Fm] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _