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--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shelter from the Storm (Live) – Bob Dylan --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by: Bob Dylan From: “At Budokan” (1979) Tabbed by: maguri Tuning: Standard For easier chord shapes (no barre) transpose -3 and use a capo 3rd fret to match the original key of F. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro] | F | % | [Verse 1]
F ’Twas in another Clifetime, Bbone of toil and Fblood When Fblackness was a Cvirtue and the Bbroad was full of Fmud I Fcame in from the Cwilderness, a Bbcreature void of Fform “Come Fin,” she said, “I’ll Cgive you Bbshelter from the Fstorm”
[Verse 2]
FIf I pass this Cway again, Bbyou can rest asFsured I’ll Falways do my Cbest for her, on Bbthat I give my Fword In a Fworld of steel-eyed Cdeath, and men who are Bbfighting to be Fborn “Come Fin,” she said, “I’ll Cgive you Bbshelter from the Fstorm”
[Interlude] | F C | Bb F | | F C | Bb F | [Verse 3]
FI was burned ouCt from exhaBbustion, buried Fin the hail FPoisoned in the Cbushes, Bbblown out on the Ftrail FHunted like a Ccrocodile, Bbravaged in the Fcorn “Come Fin,” she said, “I’ll Cgive you Bbshelter from the Fstorm”
[Verse 4}
FSuddenly I Cturned around, Bbshe was standin’ Fthere With Fsilver bracelets Con her wrists and Bbflowers in her Fhair She Fwalked up to me so Cgracefully and Bbtook my crown of Fthorns “Come Fin,” she said, “I’ll Cgive you Bbshelter from the Fstorm”
[Interlude] | F C | Bb F | | F C | Bb F | [Verse 5]
Well, FI’ve heard newborn Cbabies wailin’ Bblike a mournin’ Fdove And Fold men with Cbroken teeth Bbstranded without Flove Do I Funderstand your Cquestion, man, is it Bbhopeless and Fforlorn? “Come Fin,” she said, “I’ll Cgive you Bbshelter from the Fstorm”
[Verse 6]
The Fdeputy walks on Chard nails and the Bbpreacher rides a Fmount FNothing really Cmatters much, it’s Bbdoom alone that Fcounts And the Fone-eyed underCtaker, he Bbblows a futile Fhorn “Come Fin,” she said, “I’ll Cgive you Bbshelter from the Fstorm”
[Interlude] | F C | Bb F | | F C | Bb F | [Verse 7]
In a Flittle hilltop Cvillage, they Bbgambled for my Fclothes I Foffered for salCvation an’ they Bbgave me a lethal Fdose I Foffered up my Cinnocence, Bbgot repaid with Fscorn “Come Fin,” she said, “I’ll Cgive you Bbshelter from the Fstorm”
[Interlude] | F C | Bb F | | F C | Bb F | [Verse 8]
I’m Flivin’ in a foreign Ccountry but I’m Bbbound to cross the Fline FBeauty walks a Crazor’s edge, someBbday I’ll make it Fmine If I could Fonly turn back the Cclock to when BbGod and her were Fborn “Come Fin,” she said, “I’ll Cgive you Bbshelter from the Fstorm”
[Outro] | F C | Bb F | | F C | Bb F | | F C | Bb F | | F C | Bb F