Bob Dylan - Workingmans blues 2

Ther^Ge's an ev^G/F#enin' haze settlin' over town ^G/EStarlight by the e^G/Ddge of the creek ^C/CThe buyin'^G/B power of the proletariat's gone down Am7/A D7/D Money's gettin' shallow and weak ^GWell, the place I ^G/F#love best is a sweet memory ^G/EIt's a new path th^G/Dat we trod C/C B/D They say low wages are a reality A/Am7 D/D7 If we want to compete abroad ^GMy cruel weap^G/F#ons have been put on the shelf ^G/ECome sit ^G/Ddown on my knee Yo^C/Cu are dearer t^G/Bo me than myself Am7/A D7/D As you yourself can see Whil^Ge I'm lis^G/F#tening to the steel rails hum ^G/EGot both eyes^G/D tight shut Ju^C/Cst sitting h^G/Bere trying to keep the hunger from Am7/A D7/D Creeping it's way into my gut

^CMeet me a^Gt the bottom, don't lag behind ^AmBring me my bo^Gots and shoes ^CYou can h^Gang back or fight your best on the frontline ^AmSing a lit^D7tle bit ^Gof these workingman's blues

^GWell, I'm sailin' ^G/F#on back, ready for the long haul ^G/ETossed by the^G/D winds and the seas I'll drag 'em a^C/Cll down to^G/B hell and I'll stand 'em at the wall Am7/A D7/D I'll sell 'em to their enemies I'm tryi^Gn' to f^G/F#eed my soul with thought G^G/Eonna slee^G/Dp off the rest of the day So^C/Cmetimes^G/B no one wants what we got Am7/A D7/D Sometimes you can't give it away

Now the^G place is ringed ^G/F#with countless foes ^G/ESome of them may be^G/D deaf and dumb ^C/CNo man,^G/B no woman knows Am7/A D7/D The hour that sorrow will come In^G the da^G/F#rk I hear the night birds call ^G/EI can f^G/Deel a lover's breath I s^C/Cleep in the ^G/Bkitchen with my feet in the hall Am7/A D7/D Sleep is like a temporary death

Well^G, they burn^G/F#ed my barn, and they stole my horse ^G/EI can't sav^G/De a dime I ^C/Cgot to be ^G/Bcareful, I don't want to be forced Am7/A D7/D Into a life of continual crime I ^Gcan see for my^G/F#self that the sun is sinking ^G/EHow I wish you ^G/Dwere here to see ^C/CTell me no^G/Bw, am I wrong in thinking Am7/A D7/D That you have forgotten me' Now ^Gthey worry an^G/F#d they hurry and they fuss and they fret ^G/EThey waste^G/D your nights and days ^C/CThem I will ^G/Bforget Am7/A D7/D But you I'll remember always Ol^Gd memorie^G/F#s of you to me have clung ^G/EYou've wounded^G/D me with your words ^C/CGonna have t^G/Bo straighten out your tongue Am7/A D7/D It's all true, everything you've heard

In yo^Gu, my friend^G/F#, I find no blame ^G/EWanna look i^G/Dn my eyes, please do ^C/C No one c^G/Ban ever claim Am7/A D7/D That I took up arms against you Al^Gl across ^G/F#the peaceful sacred fields ^G/EThey will lay ^G/Dyou low Th^C/Cey'll brea^G/Bk your horns and slash you with steel Am7/A D7/D I say it so it must be so

Now I'm^G down on my lu^G/F#ck and I'm black and blue ^G/EGonna give yo^G/Du another chance I'm a^C/Cll alone a^G/Bnd I'm expecting you Am7/A D7/D To lead me off in a cheerful dance I go^Gt a brand new su^G/F#it and a brand new wife ^G/EI can live on^G/D rice and beans ^C/CSome people ^G/Bnever worked a day in their life Am7/A D7/D Don't know what work even means