Artist: Bob Dylan Song: Chimes Of Freedom Album: Live At The Newport Folk Festival (1964), but it was originally on Another Side Bob Dylan. The parts labeled "riff" in the chords are a little fancy transition between the D and G and it goes like this:

^Csus2E|-0-0-^G60--| B|-3-3-3--| G|-0-0-0--| D|-0-0-0--| A|-3-3-2--| E|--------|Those are all eighth notes- the actual strumming pattern has more notes in it, but that's easy enough to get on your own. Each chord lasts the duration of eighth note.

^GFar between sundown's ^Dfinish, and ^Gmidnight's broken ^Ctoll We ^Gducked inside the ^Cdoorway, ^Dthunder ^Gcrashin' As majestic bells of ^Dbolts struck ^Gshadows in the ^Csounds G D riff G Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashin' ^DFlashing for the warriors whose ^Gstrength is not to fight ^CFlashing for the ^Grefugees in the ^Amunarmed road of ^Dflight And for ^Geach and every ^Dunderdog ^Gsoldier in the ^Cnight And we ^Ggazed upon the ^Cchimes of ^Dfreedom ^Gflashin' ^G ^C ^D ^G

In the city's melted ^Dfurnace, unexp^Gectedly we ^Cwatched G D riff G D With faces hidden as the walls were tightening As the ^Gecho of the ^Dwedding bells ^Gbefore the blowin' ^Crain G D riff G Dissolved into the bells of the lighting ^DTolling for the rebel, ^Gtolling for the rake ^CTolling for the ^Gluckless, the ^Amabandoned and ^Dforsaked ^GTolling for the ^Doutcast, ^Gburnin' constantly at ^Cstake G C D G riff G And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin'

[The rest of the song follows the pattern of the second verse.] Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind An' the unpawned painter behind his rightful time An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales For the disrobed faceless forms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts All down in taken-for-granted situations Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Bob Dylan - Chimes of freedom