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Shelter From The Storm. Words and Music by Bob Dylan. (If you haven't heard it listen to the live
version on Hard Rain
Capo on 1 sounds good but it also great with no capo.
E E E E
E'Twas in another lifetime, Aone of toil and blood
EWhen blackness was a Bvirtue and theA road was full ofE mud
I came in from the wilderness, Aa creature void of Eform.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give yBouA shelter from theE storm."
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EAnd if I pass this way again, Ayou can rest assureEd
I'll always do my best for Bher, onA that I give myE word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are Afighting to be Ewarm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give ByouA shelter from theE storm."
E A E
Not a word was spoke between us, Athere was little risk Einvolved
Everything up to that Bpoint had beenA left unresolvEed.
Try imagining a place where it's Aalways safe and Ewarm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give ByouA shelter from theE storm."
E A E A
EI was burned out from exhaustion, Aburied in the Ehail,
Poisoned in the Bbushes an'A blown out on theE trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, Aravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give ByouA shelter from theE storm."
E A E A E
ESuddenly I turned around and Ashe was standin' Ethere
With silver bracelets Bon her wrists andA flowers in her haEir.
She walked up to me so Agracefully and took my crown of thornEs.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give ByouA shelter from theE storm."
E A E A E
ENow there's a wall between us, Asomethin' there's been Elost
I took too much for Bgranted,A got my signalsE crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a Along-forgotten morEn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give ByouA shelter from theE storm."
E A E A E
EWell, the deputy walks on hard nails and the Apreacher rides a Emount
But nothing really Bmatters much, it'sA doom alone that counEts
And the one-eyed undertaker, Ahe blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give ByouA shelter from theE storm."
E A E A E
EI've heard newborn babies wailin' Alike a mournin' Edove
And old men with Bbroken teethA stranded withoutE love.
Do I understand your question, man, Ais it hopeless and forlorEn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give ByouA shelter from theE storm."
E A E E A E
EIn a little hilltop village, Athey gambled for my Eclothes
I bargained for salBvation an' theyA gave me a lethal doEse.
I offered up my innocence and Agot repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give ByouA shelter from the stoErm."
E A E E A E
EWell, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm Abound to cross the Eline
Beauty walks a B7razor's edge, Asomeday I'll make it Emine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when AGod and her were Eborn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give ByouA shelter from theE storm