Chords for Bob Dylan - Farewell (Witmark Demo - 1963 - Official Audio)
Tempo:
83.575 bpm
Chords used:
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E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
Oh, I'm saying, oh, it's fairly well, my [E] darling, [B] true.
[F#] of the morn.
[E] of [B] Mexico,
[B] California.
[E] my own [B] true love.
[F#] time.
that's a grieving me,
[B] stay behind.
[F#] of the morn.
[E] of [B] Mexico,
[B] California.
[E] my own [B] true love.
[F#] time.
that's a grieving me,
[B] stay behind.
100% ➙ 84BPM
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F#
E
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F#
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Oh, I'm saying, oh, it's fairly well, my [E] darling, [B] true.
I'm leaving in [E] the first hour [F#] of the morn.
_ [B] I'm bound off for the Bay [E] of [B] Mexico,
or maybe [F#] the coast of [B] California.
So [F#] it's fairly well, [E] my own [B] true love.
We'll meet another day, another [F#] time.
It [B] ain't the leaving _ that's a grieving me,
but my true [F#] love who's bound to [B] stay behind.
_ Though the weather is against me [E] and the wind [B] blows hard,
the rain, she's turning [F#] into hail.
_ [B] I still might strike it lucky on [E] a highway [B] going west,
though I'm traveling [F#] on a path beaten [B] trail.
So [F#] it's fairly well, [E] my own [B] true love.
We'll meet another day, another [F#] time.
It ain't [B] the leaving _ that's a grieving me,
but my darling [F#] who's bound to stay [B] behind.
_ I will write you letters from [F#] time to [B] time.
As I'm rambling, you can travel with [F#] me too.
_ With [B] my head, my heart, and [E] my hands, [B] my love,
I will send what [F#] I learned back home [B] to you.
So [F#] it's fairly well, [E] my own [B] true love.
We'll meet another day, another [F#] time.
It ain't [B] the leaving that's a grieving me,
but my true love [F#] who's bound to stay [B] behind.
_ I will tell you of the laughter and the [E] _ troubles,
be them somebody else's or [F#] my own.
With [B] my hands in my pocket and my coat collar high,
I will travel [F#] unnoticed and [B] unknown.
_ So [F#] it's fairly well, my own true love.
We'll meet another day, [F#] another time.
It ain't [B] the leaving _ that's a grieving me,
but my true love who's bound to [B] stay behind.
_ I've heard tell of a town where [F#] I might as well [B] be bound.
It's down around the old Mexican [F#] plains.
They [B] say that the people are [F#] all friendly [B] there,
and all they ask [F#] of you is your [B] name. _
So [F#] it's fairly well, [E] my own true [B] love.
We'll meet another day, another [F#] time.
It ain't [B] the leaving that's [E] a grieving me,
but my true love [F#] who's bound to stay [B] behind. _
Oh, I'm saying, oh, it's fairly well, my [E] darling, [B] true.
I'm leaving in [E] the first hour [F#] of the morn.
_ [B] I'm bound off for the Bay [E] of [B] Mexico,
or maybe [F#] the coast of [B] California.
So [F#] it's fairly well, [E] my own [B] true love.
We'll meet another day, another [F#] time.
It [B] ain't the leaving _ that's a grieving me,
but my true [F#] love who's bound to [B] stay behind.
_ Though the weather is against me [E] and the wind [B] blows hard,
the rain, she's turning [F#] into hail.
_ [B] I still might strike it lucky on [E] a highway [B] going west,
though I'm traveling [F#] on a path beaten [B] trail.
So [F#] it's fairly well, [E] my own [B] true love.
We'll meet another day, another [F#] time.
It ain't [B] the leaving _ that's a grieving me,
but my darling [F#] who's bound to stay [B] behind.
_ I will write you letters from [F#] time to [B] time.
As I'm rambling, you can travel with [F#] me too.
_ With [B] my head, my heart, and [E] my hands, [B] my love,
I will send what [F#] I learned back home [B] to you.
So [F#] it's fairly well, [E] my own [B] true love.
We'll meet another day, another [F#] time.
It ain't [B] the leaving that's a grieving me,
but my true love [F#] who's bound to stay [B] behind.
_ I will tell you of the laughter and the [E] _ troubles,
be them somebody else's or [F#] my own.
With [B] my hands in my pocket and my coat collar high,
I will travel [F#] unnoticed and [B] unknown.
_ So [F#] it's fairly well, my own true love.
We'll meet another day, [F#] another time.
It ain't [B] the leaving _ that's a grieving me,
but my true love who's bound to [B] stay behind.
_ I've heard tell of a town where [F#] I might as well [B] be bound.
It's down around the old Mexican [F#] plains.
They [B] say that the people are [F#] all friendly [B] there,
and all they ask [F#] of you is your [B] name. _
So [F#] it's fairly well, [E] my own true [B] love.
We'll meet another day, another [F#] time.
It ain't [B] the leaving that's [E] a grieving me,
but my true love [F#] who's bound to stay [B] behind. _
