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Song: Early Roman Kings Artist: Bob Dylan Album: Tempest (2012) Style: John Lee Hooker & Bo Diddley Blues. Tabbed: rikigo URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0IQiQcnN58&feature=related Tuning: Standard Chords: EADGBe F === 355433 F11 === 333433 F === 81010988 F11 === 888988 Method: Upstroke-Downstroke-Upstroke/Downstroke. Intro: | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | Verse 1: F-F11-F Ah the early Roman kings, in their shark skin suits. F-F11-F F-F11-F Bow ties and buttons, high-top boots. F-F11-F F-F11-F Drivin' the spikes in, blazin' the rails. F-F11-F F-F11-F Nailed in their coffins, in top hats and tails. F-F11-F F-F11-F Fly away over, fly away, flap your wings. F-F11-F Fly by night, like the early Roman kings. Bridge: | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | Verse 2: F-F11-F Ah the early Roman kings, were never really born. F-F11-F F-F11-F Comin' down the mountain, distributing the corn. F-F11-F F-F11-F Speedin' through the forest, ah racin' down the track. F-F11-F F-F11-F Ya trying' to get away, they drag you back. F-F11-F F-F11-F Tomorrow is Friday, we'll see what it brings. F-F11-F Everybody's talkin' about the early Roman kings. Bridge: | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | Verse 3 F-F11-F The peddlers and the meddlers, they buy and they sell. F-F11-F F-F11-F They destroyed your city, they'll destroy you as well. F-F11-F F-F11-F They're lecherous and treacherous, a-hell-bent for leather. F-F11-F F-F11-F Each of 'em bigger, than all men put together. F-F11-F F-F11-F Sluggers and muggers, wearin' fancy gold rings. F-F11-F All the women goin' crazy, for the early Roman kings. Bridge: | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | Verse 4 F-F11-F I could dress up you wounds, with a blood-clotted rag. F-F11-F F-F11-F I ain't afraid to make love, to a bitch of a hag. F-F11-F F-F11-F If you see me comin' and you're standin' there, F-F11-F F-F11-F Wave your handkerchief in the air. F-F11-F F-F11-F I ain't dead yet, my bell still still rings. F-F11-F I keep my fingers crossed like the early Roman kings. Bridge: | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | Verse 5: F-F11-F I could strip you of life, strip you of bread. F-F11-F F-F11-F Ship you down, to the house of death. F-F11-F F-F11-F One day, you will ask for me. F-F11-F F-F11-F They'll be no-one else, that you'll wanna see. F-F11-F F-F11-F Bring down fiddle, tune up my strings. F-F11-F I'm gonna brake it wide open, like the early Roman kings. Bridge: | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | Verse 6: F-F11-F I was up on Black Mountain, the day Detroit fell. F-F11-F F-F11-F They killed them all off and they sent them to Hell. F-F11-F F-F11-F Ding-dong-daddy, you're comin' up short. F-F11-F F-F11-F They'll put you on trial, in a Sicilian Court. F-F11-F F-F11-F I have had my fun, I've had my flings. F-F11-F Goin' shake 'em on down, like the early Roman kings. Coda: | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | | F-F11-F | F-F11-F | (End)