Chords for Bob Dylan - I Shall Be Free (Official Audio)

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_ _ _ Well, [D] it took me a woman late last night, I was three-fourths drunk, she [G] looked all right _ _ _
_ [A] Till she started peeling off her onion gook, she took off her wig, said, how do [G] I look?
_ I was high-flying, _ bare naked, _ out the [A] window _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] Well, sometimes I might get drunk, walk like a duck [G] and smell like a [A] skunk
Don't hurt me, nonna, don't hurt my pride, cause I got my little lady right [G] by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide, pretendin' she don't know me
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I [A] was out there paintin' on the old woodshed when a can of black paint, it fell [G] on my head _
I [D] went down to scrub and rub, but I had to sit in back of the tub
Cost a quarter, _ _ [A] _
_ _ half price _ _ _ _
Well, [A] my telephone rang, it would not stop this President Kennedy callin' [G] me up
_ He said, my friend Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?
I said, my friend John, Bridget [G] Bardot, _ Anita Eckberg, _ Sophia Loren, _ _ country'll grow
[A] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Well, I got a woman five feet short, she yells and hollers and screams and snorts
She [A] tickles my nose, pats me on the head, rolls me over and [G] kicks me out of bed _
She's a man-eater, _ meat grinder, _ _ bad loser
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, [A] there ain't no use in me workin' all the time, I got a woman who works herself blind
Works up to her britches, up to her neck, writes me letters and sends me checks
She's a humdinger, folk singer
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[A] Late one day in the middle of the week, eyes were [G] closed, I was half asleep
[A] I chased me a woman up the hill, right in the middle of an [G] irate drill
I jumped the pull-out shelter, I jumped the string beam
I jumped the TV dinner, I jumped the shotgun
[A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ I had a man on the stand, he wants my vote, he's a-runnin' for office on a ballot note
He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple, tellin' me [G] he loves all kinds of people
He's eatin' bagels, _ he's eatin' pizza, _ he's eatin' chitlins
[A] _ _ _ _ _
Whew! _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Oh, I sat me down on the television floor, I flicked the channel [G] to number four
Out [A] of the shower comes a football man with a bottle of oil [G] in his hand
Gracie Kid stuff _
_ _ _ [A] What I want to know, Mr.
Football Man, is what do you do about Willie Mays, _ _ Martin Luther King, _ Ola Tungy, _ _ _ _ Bravo
[G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] Well, the funniest woman I ever seen was the great-granddaughter of Mr.
Clean
_ [A] She takes about fifteen bouts a day, wants me to grow a [G] mustache on my face, she's insane
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, [A] they ask me why I'm drunk all the time, it levels my [G] head and eases my mind
I just walk along and stroll and sing, I see better days and I do better things
I catch dinosaurs, _ make love to Elizabeth Taylor, catch hell from Richard Burton
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