Chords for Bob Dylan - To Ramona (LIVE HD FOOTAGE 1965)
Tempo:
115.325 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] From long-eyed, come furry bird, sharp, soft beak, or watery [A]
eyes.
The pangs of your sadness will pass as your senses [D] will rise.
[G] For the flowers of the city, though breath-like, get death [A]-like at times.
And there's no use in trying to deal with the dying, though I cannot [D] explain that in lines.
[A]
[D]
Your cracked country lips ask the wishy-kiffers to be by the touch of [A] your skin.
Your magnetic movement still captures the [D] minutes I'm in.
[G] But it grieves my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that [A] just don't exist.
It's all just a scheme, baby, vacuum-y dream, babe, that sucks you in a feeling [D] like this.
[A]
[D]
I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless [A] foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on back [D] to the South.
[G] You've been pulled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand.
Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of [D] yourself feeling bad.
[D]
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one's better [A] than you.
If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win and [D] nothing to lose.
[G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your sorrow [A] does stand.
They hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be exactly [D] like them.
[G]
[A]
[F#m] [D]
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless rain.
For deep in my heart I know there is no help I can [D] bring.
[G] Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you [A] think you should do.
And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and recline to [D] you.
[G] [A] [D]
[N]
eyes.
The pangs of your sadness will pass as your senses [D] will rise.
[G] For the flowers of the city, though breath-like, get death [A]-like at times.
And there's no use in trying to deal with the dying, though I cannot [D] explain that in lines.
[A]
[D]
Your cracked country lips ask the wishy-kiffers to be by the touch of [A] your skin.
Your magnetic movement still captures the [D] minutes I'm in.
[G] But it grieves my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that [A] just don't exist.
It's all just a scheme, baby, vacuum-y dream, babe, that sucks you in a feeling [D] like this.
[A]
[D]
I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless [A] foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on back [D] to the South.
[G] You've been pulled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand.
Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of [D] yourself feeling bad.
[D]
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one's better [A] than you.
If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win and [D] nothing to lose.
[G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your sorrow [A] does stand.
They hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be exactly [D] like them.
[G]
[A]
[F#m] [D]
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless rain.
For deep in my heart I know there is no help I can [D] bring.
[G] Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you [A] think you should do.
And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and recline to [D] you.
[G] [A] [D]
[N]
Key:
D
A
G
F#m
D
A
G
F#m
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ From long-eyed, come furry bird, sharp, soft beak, or watery [A] _ _
eyes.
_ _ The pangs of your sadness will pass as your senses [D] will _ rise.
_ _ [G] For the flowers of the city, though breath-like, get death [A]-like at times.
And _ _ there's no use in trying to deal with the dying, though I cannot [D] explain that in _ lines.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Your cracked country lips ask the wishy-kiffers to be by the touch of [A] your skin. _ _ _ _
_ _ Your magnetic movement still captures the [D] minutes I'm in. _ _ _
[G] But it grieves my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that [A] just don't exist. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ It's all just a scheme, baby, vacuum-y dream, babe, that sucks you in a feeling [D] like this. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless [A] foam from the mouth. _
_ _ I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on back [D] to the South. _
_ _ [G] You've been pulled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand. _ _ _
_ Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of [D] yourself feeling bad. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one's better [A] than you. _ _ _ _
If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win and [D] nothing to lose. _
_ _ [G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your sorrow [A] does stand. _ _
_ _ _ They hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be exactly [D] like them.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless rain. _
_ _ _ _ For deep in my heart I know there is no help I can [D] bring. _ _
_ _ [G] _ Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you [A] think you should do.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and recline to [D] you. _ _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
eyes.
_ _ The pangs of your sadness will pass as your senses [D] will _ rise.
_ _ [G] For the flowers of the city, though breath-like, get death [A]-like at times.
And _ _ there's no use in trying to deal with the dying, though I cannot [D] explain that in _ lines.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Your cracked country lips ask the wishy-kiffers to be by the touch of [A] your skin. _ _ _ _
_ _ Your magnetic movement still captures the [D] minutes I'm in. _ _ _
[G] But it grieves my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that [A] just don't exist. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ It's all just a scheme, baby, vacuum-y dream, babe, that sucks you in a feeling [D] like this. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless [A] foam from the mouth. _
_ _ I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on back [D] to the South. _
_ _ [G] You've been pulled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand. _ _ _
_ Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of [D] yourself feeling bad. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one's better [A] than you. _ _ _ _
If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win and [D] nothing to lose. _
_ _ [G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your sorrow [A] does stand. _ _
_ _ _ They hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be exactly [D] like them.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless rain. _
_ _ _ _ For deep in my heart I know there is no help I can [D] bring. _ _
_ _ [G] _ Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you [A] think you should do.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and recline to [D] you. _ _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _