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Capo: 3
Tuning: E A D G B E
Shelter From The Storm. Words and Music by Bob Dylan.
(If you haven't heard it listen to the live version on Hard Rain)
Dylan plays capo 3rd fret
Other guitarist plays A (transpose these chords +2) with capo 1st fret
[Intro]
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
[Verse 1]
'Twas Gin another Dlifetime, Cone of toil and Gblood
GBlackness was a Dvirtue, the Croad was full of Gmud
I Gcame in from the Dwilderness, a Ccreature void of Gform.
"Come Gin," she said, "I'll Dgive you Cshelter from the Gstorm."
[Instrumental]
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
[Verse 2]
Not a Gword was spoke beDtween us, there Cwas no risk inGvolved
GEverything up Dto that point had Cbeen left unreGsolved.
GTry imagiDning a place where it's Calways safe and Gwarm.
"Come Gin," she said, "I'll Dgive you Cshelter from the Gstorm."
[Instrumental]
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
[Verse 3]
I was Gburned out from exDhaustion, Cburied in the Ghail,
GPoisoned in the Dbushes, Cblown out on the Gtrail,
GHunted like a Dcrocodile, Cravaged in the Gcorn.
"Come Gin," she said, "I'll Dgive you Cshelter from the Gstorm."
[Instrumental]
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
[Verse 4]
GSuddenly I Dturned around and Cshe was standin' Gthere
With Gsilver bracelets Don her wrists and Cflowers in her Ghair.
She Gwalked up to me so Dgracefully and Ctook my crown of Gthorns.
"Come Gin," she said, "I'll Dgive you Cshelter from the Gstorm."
[Instrumental]
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
[Verse 5]
GNow, the deputy walks on Dhard nails and the Cpreacher rides a Gmount
GNothing really Dmatters much, Cdoom alone that Gcounts
And the Gone-eyed underDtaker, he Cblows a futile Ghorn.
"Come Gin," she said, "I'll Dgive you Cshelter from the Gstorm."
[Instrumental]
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
[Verse 6]
In a Glittle hilltop Dvillage, they Cgambled for my Gclothes
I Gbargained for salDvation, they Cgave me a lethal Gdose.
I Goffered up my Dinnocence, Cgot repaid with Gscorn.
"Come Gin," she said, "I'll Dgive you Cshelter from the Gstorm."
[Instrumental]
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
[Verse 7]
Now Gthere’s a wall beDtween us, Csomethin’ there’s been Glost
I Gtook too much for Dgranted, Cgot my signals Gcrossed
GJust to think that it Dall began on a Cuneventful Gmorn
“Come Gin,” she said, “I’ll Dgive you Cshelter from the Gstorm”
[Instrumental]
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
[Verse 8]
I'm Glivin' in a foreign Dcountry but I'm Cbound to cross the Gline
GBeauty walks a Drazor's edge, someCday I'll make it Gmine.
If I could Gonly turn back the Dclock to when CGod and her were Gborn.
"Come Gin," she said, "I'll Dgive you Cshelter from the Gstorm."
[Instrumental/Ending]
| G D | C G | G D | C G |
| G D | C G | G D | C C C G