Chords for Every grain of sand - Bob Dylan- Lyrics
Tempo:
85.875 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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In [Eb] the time of my [Ab] confession, [Eb] in the hour of my deepest [Ab] need, [Eb] when the pool of [Ab] tears
beneath my feet [Bb] let every newborn see, there's [Eb] a dying voice [Ab] within me [Eb] reaching out [Ab] somewhere,
[Eb] toiling [Ab] in the danger and [Bb] in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination
to [Eb] look back on any [Bb] mistake, like can I now behold this chain [Eb] of events that I [Bb] must break.
[Eb] In the fury [Ab] of the moment [Eb] I can see the [Ab] master's hand [Eb] in every [Ab] leaf that trembles,
[Bb] in [D] every grain [Eb] of sand, or the flowers of [Ab]
indulgence and [Eb] the weeds of [Ab] yesteryear.
[Eb] Like criminals they have [Ab] choked the bread of [Bb] conscience in good cheer.
Let the [Eb] sun be down [Ab] upon the steps [Eb] of time to light [Ab] the way,
[Eb] to ease the [Ab] pain of idleness in [Bb] the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway
[Eb] of temptations [Bb] angry flame and every time I pass that way [Eb] I always [Bb] hear my name.
[Ab] [Eb] Then onward [Ab] in my journey I [Eb] come to [Ab] understand that [Eb] every hair [Ab] is numbered [Bb] like every grain [Eb] of sand.
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I have gone from rags to [Ab] riches in [Eb] the sorrow of the [Ab] night, in [Eb] the violence of a [Ab] summer street,
in the chill of a wintery [Bb] light, in [Eb] the bitter [Ab] dance of loneliness [Eb] fading into [Ab] space,
in [Eb] the broken wheel [Ab] of innocence [Bb] on each forgotten face.
I hear the aging footsteps
like [Eb] the motion of [Bb] the sea, sometimes I turn there's someone there, other [Eb] times it's only [Bb] me.
[Ab] I [Eb] am hanging in the [Ab] balance of [Eb] the reality of [Ab] man, [Eb] like every sparrow [Ab] falling, like [Bb] every [Ab] grain [Eb] of sand.
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In [Eb] the time of my [Ab] confession, [Eb] in the hour of my deepest [Ab] need, [Eb] when the pool of [Ab] tears
beneath my feet [Bb] let every newborn see, there's [Eb] a dying voice [Ab] within me [Eb] reaching out [Ab] somewhere,
[Eb] toiling [Ab] in the danger and [Bb] in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination
to [Eb] look back on any [Bb] mistake, like can I now behold this chain [Eb] of events that I [Bb] must break.
[Eb] In the fury [Ab] of the moment [Eb] I can see the [Ab] master's hand [Eb] in every [Ab] leaf that trembles,
[Bb] in [D] every grain [Eb] of sand, or the flowers of [Ab]
indulgence and [Eb] the weeds of [Ab] yesteryear.
[Eb] Like criminals they have [Ab] choked the bread of [Bb] conscience in good cheer.
Let the [Eb] sun be down [Ab] upon the steps [Eb] of time to light [Ab] the way,
[Eb] to ease the [Ab] pain of idleness in [Bb] the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway
[Eb] of temptations [Bb] angry flame and every time I pass that way [Eb] I always [Bb] hear my name.
[Ab] [Eb] Then onward [Ab] in my journey I [Eb] come to [Ab] understand that [Eb] every hair [Ab] is numbered [Bb] like every grain [Eb] of sand.
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I have gone from rags to [Ab] riches in [Eb] the sorrow of the [Ab] night, in [Eb] the violence of a [Ab] summer street,
in the chill of a wintery [Bb] light, in [Eb] the bitter [Ab] dance of loneliness [Eb] fading into [Ab] space,
in [Eb] the broken wheel [Ab] of innocence [Bb] on each forgotten face.
I hear the aging footsteps
like [Eb] the motion of [Bb] the sea, sometimes I turn there's someone there, other [Eb] times it's only [Bb] me.
[Ab] I [Eb] am hanging in the [Ab] balance of [Eb] the reality of [Ab] man, [Eb] like every sparrow [Ab] falling, like [Bb] every [Ab] grain [Eb] of sand.
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Key:
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In [Eb] the time of my [Ab] confession, _ [Eb] in the hour of my deepest [Ab] need, _ [Eb] when the pool of [Ab] tears
beneath my feet [Bb] let every newborn see, there's [Eb] a dying voice [Ab] within me _ [Eb] reaching out [Ab] somewhere,
_ _ [Eb] toiling [Ab] in the danger and [Bb] in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination
to [Eb] look back on any [Bb] mistake, _ like can I now behold this chain [Eb] of events that I [Bb] must break.
[Eb] In the fury [Ab] of the moment [Eb] I can see the [Ab] master's hand [Eb] in every [Ab] leaf that trembles,
[Bb] in [D] every grain [Eb] of sand, _ _ _ or the flowers of [Ab]
indulgence and [Eb] the weeds of [Ab] yesteryear.
_ [Eb] Like criminals they have [Ab] choked the bread of [Bb] conscience in good cheer.
Let the [Eb] sun be down [Ab] upon the steps [Eb] of time to light [Ab] the way,
_ [Eb] to ease the [Ab] pain of idleness in [Bb] the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway
[Eb] of temptations [Bb] angry flame and every time I pass that way [Eb] I always [Bb] hear my name.
[Ab] _ [Eb] Then onward [Ab] in my journey I [Eb] come to [Ab] understand that [Eb] every hair [Ab] is numbered [Bb] like every grain [Eb] of sand. _ _ _
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_ _ I have gone from rags to [Ab] riches in [Eb] the sorrow of the [Ab] night, in [Eb] the violence of a [Ab] summer street,
in the chill of a wintery [Bb] light, in [Eb] the bitter [Ab] dance of loneliness _ [Eb] fading into [Ab] space,
in [Eb] the broken wheel [Ab] of innocence [Bb] on each forgotten face.
_ I hear the aging footsteps
like [Eb] the motion of [Bb] the sea, _ sometimes I turn there's someone there, other [Eb] times it's only [Bb] me.
[Ab] I [Eb] am hanging in the [Ab] balance of [Eb] the reality of [Ab] man, _ [Eb] like every sparrow [Ab] falling, like [Bb] every [Ab] grain [Eb] of sand. _ _ _
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_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
In [Eb] the time of my [Ab] confession, _ [Eb] in the hour of my deepest [Ab] need, _ [Eb] when the pool of [Ab] tears
beneath my feet [Bb] let every newborn see, there's [Eb] a dying voice [Ab] within me _ [Eb] reaching out [Ab] somewhere,
_ _ [Eb] toiling [Ab] in the danger and [Bb] in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination
to [Eb] look back on any [Bb] mistake, _ like can I now behold this chain [Eb] of events that I [Bb] must break.
[Eb] In the fury [Ab] of the moment [Eb] I can see the [Ab] master's hand [Eb] in every [Ab] leaf that trembles,
[Bb] in [D] every grain [Eb] of sand, _ _ _ or the flowers of [Ab]
indulgence and [Eb] the weeds of [Ab] yesteryear.
_ [Eb] Like criminals they have [Ab] choked the bread of [Bb] conscience in good cheer.
Let the [Eb] sun be down [Ab] upon the steps [Eb] of time to light [Ab] the way,
_ [Eb] to ease the [Ab] pain of idleness in [Bb] the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway
[Eb] of temptations [Bb] angry flame and every time I pass that way [Eb] I always [Bb] hear my name.
[Ab] _ [Eb] Then onward [Ab] in my journey I [Eb] come to [Ab] understand that [Eb] every hair [Ab] is numbered [Bb] like every grain [Eb] of sand. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
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_ _ I have gone from rags to [Ab] riches in [Eb] the sorrow of the [Ab] night, in [Eb] the violence of a [Ab] summer street,
in the chill of a wintery [Bb] light, in [Eb] the bitter [Ab] dance of loneliness _ [Eb] fading into [Ab] space,
in [Eb] the broken wheel [Ab] of innocence [Bb] on each forgotten face.
_ I hear the aging footsteps
like [Eb] the motion of [Bb] the sea, _ sometimes I turn there's someone there, other [Eb] times it's only [Bb] me.
[Ab] I [Eb] am hanging in the [Ab] balance of [Eb] the reality of [Ab] man, _ [Eb] like every sparrow [Ab] falling, like [Bb] every [Ab] grain [Eb] of sand. _ _ _
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