TO RAMONA Chords by Bob Dylan
Tempo:
85.35 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
G
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This is called To Ramona.
Ramona, [D] just a name.
[A]
[G] [A]
[D]
Ramona, come closer, shut softly your [A] watery eyes.
[F#m] [A]
The pangs of your sadness will [D] pass as your senses will rise.
[G] Oh, the flowers of the city blow breath like it, death [A] like it times.
And there's no use in trying to deal with the dying, though I cannot explain that in [D]
lines.
Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss as to be by the strength [A] of your skin.
Your magnetic movement [F#m] 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, babe, a vacuumed dream, babe, that sucks you into feeling [D] like this.
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 to [D] the South.
[G] You've been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand.
If there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of yourself [D] feeling bad.
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one is better [A] than you.
If you really believe that, you know you've got nothing to win and nothing [D] to lose.
[G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your [A] sorrow does stem.
They hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be just [D] like them.
[A]
[D]
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless ring.
But deep in [F#m] my heart, I know there [A] is no help I [D] can 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 be [F#m] crying to [D] you.
[N]
Ramona, [D] just a name.
[A]
[G] [A]
[D]
Ramona, come closer, shut softly your [A] watery eyes.
[F#m] [A]
The pangs of your sadness will [D] pass as your senses will rise.
[G] Oh, the flowers of the city blow breath like it, death [A] like it times.
And there's no use in trying to deal with the dying, though I cannot explain that in [D]
lines.
Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss as to be by the strength [A] of your skin.
Your magnetic movement [F#m] 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, babe, a vacuumed dream, babe, that sucks you into feeling [D] like this.
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 to [D] the South.
[G] You've been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand.
If there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of yourself [D] feeling bad.
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one is better [A] than you.
If you really believe that, you know you've got nothing to win and nothing [D] to lose.
[G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your [A] sorrow does stem.
They hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be just [D] like them.
[A]
[D]
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless ring.
But deep in [F#m] my heart, I know there [A] is no help I [D] can 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 be [F#m] crying to [D] you.
[N]
Key:
A
D
G
F#m
A
D
G
F#m
This is called To Ramona.
Ramona, [D] just a name.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Ramona, come closer, shut softly your [A] watery eyes.
_ [F#m] _ _ [A]
The pangs of your sadness will [D] pass as your senses will rise.
_ _ [G] Oh, the flowers of the city blow breath like it, death [A] like it times. _
And there's no use in trying to deal with the dying, though I cannot explain that in [D] _
lines.
_ _ _ _ _ Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss as to be by the strength [A] of your skin. _ _ _ _ _
Your magnetic movement [F#m] 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, babe, a vacuumed dream, babe, that sucks you into feeling [D] like this. _ _ _ _
_ 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 to [D] the South. _
_ [G] You've been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at _ hand.
_ If there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of yourself [D] feeling bad. _ _ _ _
_ _ I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one is better [A] than you.
_ _ _ If you really believe that, you know you've got nothing to win and nothing [D] to _ lose.
_ [G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your [A] sorrow does stem. _ _
_ They hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be just [D] like them. _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless ring. _ _
_ But deep in [F#m] my heart, I know there [A] is no help I [D] can 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 be [F#m] crying to [D] you. _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ramona, [D] just a name.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Ramona, come closer, shut softly your [A] watery eyes.
_ [F#m] _ _ [A]
The pangs of your sadness will [D] pass as your senses will rise.
_ _ [G] Oh, the flowers of the city blow breath like it, death [A] like it times. _
And there's no use in trying to deal with the dying, though I cannot explain that in [D] _
lines.
_ _ _ _ _ Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss as to be by the strength [A] of your skin. _ _ _ _ _
Your magnetic movement [F#m] 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, babe, a vacuumed dream, babe, that sucks you into feeling [D] like this. _ _ _ _
_ 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 to [D] the South. _
_ [G] You've been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at _ hand.
_ If there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of yourself [D] feeling bad. _ _ _ _
_ _ I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one is better [A] than you.
_ _ _ If you really believe that, you know you've got nothing to win and nothing [D] to _ lose.
_ [G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your [A] sorrow does stem. _ _
_ They hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be just [D] like them. _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless ring. _ _
_ But deep in [F#m] my heart, I know there [A] is no help I [D] can 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 be [F#m] crying to [D] you. _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _