Tuning: G C E A

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- When The Ship Comes In – Bob Dylan --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by: Bob Dylan From: "The Times They Are A-Changin'" (1964) Tabbed by: maguri Tuning: soprano C --------------------------------------------------------------------------- SPECIAL VOICINGS g-C-E-A Emadd9 0-4-2-2 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro} | G | % | [Verse 1]

Oh the ^Gtime will come ^Emadd9up when the ^Cwinds will ^Gstop And the ^Embreeze will ^Ccease to be ^Gbreathin’ Like the ^Gstillness in the ^Emadd9wind before the ^Churricane be^Ggins The ^Ghour that the ^Dship comes ^Gin And the ^Gmaj7sea will split and the ^Cships will ^Ghit And the ^Gmaj7sands on the ^Cshoreline will be ^Gshaking And the ^Gtide will ^Emadd9sound and the ^Cwaves will ^Gpound G C Em D C G | G | And the morning will be brea-ea-kin’

[Verse 2]

Oh the ^Gfishes will ^Emadd9laugh as they ^Cswim out of the ^Gpath And the ^Emseagulls ^Cwill be ^Gsmilin' And the ^Grocks on the ^Emadd9sand will ^Cproudly ^Gstand The ^Ghour that the ^Dship comes ^Gin And the ^Gmaj7words that are used for to ^Cget the ship ^Gconfused Will ^Gmaj7not be under^Cstood as they're ^Gspoken Oh the ^Gchains of the ^Emadd9sea will have ^Cbusted in the ^Gnight G C Em D C G | G | And be buried on the bottom of the o-o-cean

[Verse 3]

A ^Gsong will ^Emadd9lift as the ^Cmain sail ^Gshifts And the ^Emboat ^Cdrifts unto the ^Gshoreline And the ^Gsun will res^Emadd9pect every ^Cface on the ^Gdeck The ^Ghour that the ^Dship comes ^Gin And the ^Gmaj7sands will roll out a ^Ccarpet of ^Ggold For your ^Gmaj7wearied ^Ctoes to be ^Gtouchin' And the ^Gship's wise ^Emadd9men will re^Cmind you once a^Ggain That the ^Gwhole wide ^Cworld ^Emis ^Dwa-^Ca-^Gtchin'

[Solo] | G Gmaj7 C | C G | Em C | G | | G Em | C G | G D | G | | Gmaj7 C | C G | Gmaj7 C | G | | Gmaj7 | C G | G D | D C | Em D/A | G | % | [Verse 4]

Oh the f^Goes will ^Emadd9rise with the ^Csleep still in their ^Geyes And they'll ^Emjerk from their ^Cbeds and think they're ^Gdreamin' But they'll ^Gpinch themselves and ^Gmaj7squeal And they'll ^Cknow that it's for ^Greal, The ^Ghour that the ^Dship comes ^Gin And they'll ^Gmaj7raise their hands Sayin' we'll ^Cmeet all your de^Gmands But we'll ^Gmaj7shout from the ^Cbow: “Your days are ^Gnumbered!” And like ^GPharoah's ^Emadd9tribe they'll be ^Cdrownded in the ^Gtide And like ^GGoliath ^Cthey'll ^Embe ^Dco-^Con-^Gquered ^G

Bob Dylan - When the ship comes in