Tuning: E A D G B E

Caribbean Wind Bob Dylan Intro: G Bm Em C G Bm Em D C

^GShe was the rose of Sharon from ^Bmparadise lost From the ^Emcity of seven hills near the ^Cplace of the cross. I was ^Gplaying a show in ^BmMiami in the t^Emheater of d^Divine^C comedy.

^GTold about Jesus, told me about ^Bmthe rain, She t^Emold me about the jungle where^C her brothers were slain ^GBy a man who in^Bmvented iron an^Emd disappeared so^D mys^Cteriously.

^GWas she a child or an angel, did^Bm we go too far? Were ^Emwe sniper bait? Did we follo^Cw a star? Throug^Gh a hole in a wall^Bm to where the lo^Emng arm of the law co^Duld ^Cnot reach.

^GCould I have been used and playe^Bmd as a pawn? It cer^Emtainly was possible as the ga^Cy night wore on ^GWhere men bathed i^Bmn perfume and ce^Emlebrated hoax of fr^Dee s^Cpeech.

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And them ^CCaribbean ^Dwinds still blow from ^GNassau to Mexi^Cco ^GFanning the flames in the ^Cfurnace of ^Ddesire And them ^Cdistant ships of ^Dliberty on them ^Giron waves so bold and ^Cfree, ^GBringing everything that's ^Cnear to me ^Dnearer to the ^Gfire.

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^GSea breeze blowing, there’s a he^Bmll hound loose Three^Em free men will escape from th^Ce noose Patien^Gt Paton Saint of S^Bmalvation wa^Emiting on the knigh^Dt to^C arrive.

^GHe was well connected but her he^Bmart was a snare And^Em she had left him to die in t^Chere, ^GHe was going d^Bmown slow jus^Emt barely stayi^Dng a^Clive.

^GThe cry of the peacock, flies bu^Bmzz my head, ^EmCeiling fan broken, there's a^C heat in my bed, Stre^Get band pla^Bmying "Neare^Emr My God to^D The^Ce."

^GWe met at the station where the ^Bmmission bells ring, She said^Em, "I know what you're thinkin^Cg, but there ain't a thing ^GYou can do abou^Bmt it, so let us^Em just agree^D to ^Cagree."

Chorus:

G Bm Em C G Bm Em D C

^GAtlantic City by the cold gr^Bmey sea ^EmI hear a voice crying, "Daddy^C," I always think it's for me, But it^G's only the silenc^Bme in the Butt^Emermilk Hills t^Dhat ^Ccall.

^GEvery new messenger bringing evi^Bml report 'Bo^Emut armies on the march and ti^Cme that is short ^GAnd famines and ear^Bmthquakes and tra^Emin wrecks tearing down^D the^C wall.

^GDid you ever have a dream that y^Bmou couldn’t explain? Did you ^Emever meet two accusers face t^Co face in the rain? ^GShe had cold brown^Bm eyes that I wou^Emld forget has long as^D she^C’s gone.

^GI saw screws break loose, I see ^Bmthe devil pounding on tin, ^EmI saw a house in the country ^Cbeing torn from within. ^GI heard my ancesto^Bmrs calling f^Emrom the land fa^Dr be^Cyond.

Chorus:

G Bm Em C G Bm Em D C (This is the Biograph version released in 1985. I tried my best to correct the lyrics where possible. Bob has been known to mumble a little - sometimes.)

Bob Dylan - Caribbean wind