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--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Workingman’s Blues #2 – Bob Dylan --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: maguri Tuning: soprano C Bob Dylan Workingman’s Blues #2 (2006) (Bob Dylan) From: "Modern Times" --------------------------------------------------------------------------- INTRO | A | E | F#m | A | | D | A | Bm | E | VERSE 1
There's an Aevenin' haze Esettlin' over the town F#mStarlight by the edge of the Acreek The Dbuyin' power of the proleAtariat's gone down BmMoney's gettin' shallow and Eweak The Aplace I love best is a Esweet memory It's a F#mnew path that we Atrod They say Dlow wages are Areality If we Bmwant to compete abroadE
VERSE 2
AMy cruel weapons have been Eput on the shelf F#mCome sit down on my knee A You are Ddearer to me than myAself As Bmyou yourself can seEe While I'm Alistenin' to the steel Erails hum F#mGot both eyes tight Ashut Just Dsitting here trying to keep the Ahunger from BmCreeping its way into my gEut
CHORUS
DMeet me at the bottom, don't Alag behind DBring me my boots and Ashoes You can Dhang back or fight your best Aon the front line BmSing a little bit of these Dworkingman's blues
INTERLUDE | A | % | % | % | VERSE 3
Well, I'm Asailin' on back, ready Efor the long haul F#mTossed by the winds and the Aseas I'll drag ‘em Dall down to hell and I'll Astand ‘em at the wall I'll Bmsell ‘em to their enemiesE I'm a-Atryin' to feed my soul with Ethought Gonna F#msleep off the rest of the Aday SomeDtimes no one Awants what we got SomeBmtimes you can't give it aEway
VERSE 4
Now the Aplace is ringed with Ecountless foes F#mSome of them may be deaf and Adumb DNo man, no Awoman knows The Bmhour that sorrow will Ecome In the Adark I hear the Enight birds call I can F#mfeel a lover's Abreath I Dsleep in the kitchen with my Afeet in the hall BmSleep is like a temporary Edeath
CHORUS
DMeet me at the bottom, don't Alag behind DBring me my boots and Ashoes You can Dhang back or fight your best Aon the front line BmSing a little bit of these Dworkingman's blues
INTERLUDE | A | % | % | % | VERSE 5
Well, they Aburned my barn, they Estole my horse F#mI can't save a Adime I Dgot to be careful, I don't Awant to be forced Into a Bmlife of continual Ecrime I can Asee for myself that the Esun is sinking F#mHow I wish you were here to Asee DTell me now, am I Awrong in thinking That Bmyou have forgotten Eme?
VERSE 6
Now they Aworry and they hurry and they Efuss and they fret They F#mwaste your nights and Adays D Them I will forAget But Bmyou I'll remember alEways Old Amemories of you to Eme have clung You've F#mwounded me with your Awords Gonna Dhave to straighten out your Atongue It's all Bmtrue, everything you have Eheard
CHORUS
DMeet me at the bottom, don't Alag behind DBring me my boots and Ashoes You can Dhang back or fight your best Aon the front line BmSing a little bit of these Dworkingman's blues
INTERLUDE | A | % | % | % | VERSE 7
In Ayou, my friend, I Efind no blame F#mWanna look in my eyes, please Ado DNo one can Aever claim That I Bmtook up arms against Eyou All aAcross the peaceful Esacred fields F#mThey will lay you Alow They'll Dbreak your horns and Aslash you with steel I Bmsay it so it must be Eso
VERSE 8
Now I'm Adown on my luck and I'm Eblack and blue Gonna F#mgive you another chance A I'm Dall alone, I'm expAecting you To lead me Bmoff in a cheerful Edance Got a Abrand new suit and a Ebrand new wife I can F#mlive on rice and Abeans DSome people never worked a Aday in their life Don't Bmknow what work even Emeans
CHORUS
DMeet me at the bottom, don't Alag behind DBring me my boots and Ashoes You can Dhang back or fight your best Aon the front line BmSing a little bit of these Dworkingman's blues
INTERLUDE | A | % | % | % | CODA (= verse) | A | E | F#m | A | | D | A | Bm | E | (repeat and fade) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chords INTRO / VERSE / OUTRO | A | E | F#m | A | | D | A | Bm | E | CHORUS | D | A | D | A | | D | A | Bm | D | A There's an evenin' haze settlin' over the town Starlight by the edge of the creek The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down Money's gettin' shallow and weak The place I love best is a sweet memory It's a new path that we trod They say low wages are a reality If we want to compete abroad My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf Come sit down on my knee You are dearer to me than myself As you yourself can see I'm listenin' to the steel rails hum Got both eyes tight shut Just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from Creeping it's way into my gut Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind Bring me my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the front line Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues Now, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the long haul Tossed by the winds and the seas I'll drag ‘em all down to hell and I'll stand ‘em at the wall I'll sell ‘em to their enemies I'm tryin' to feed my soul with thought Gonna sleep off the rest of the day Sometimes no one wants what we got Sometimes you can't give it away Now the place is ringed with countless foes Some of them may be deaf and dumb No man, no woman knows The hour that sorrow will come In the dark I hear the night birds call I can hear a lover's breath I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall Sleep is like a temporary death Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind Bring me my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the front line Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues Well, they burned my barn, they stole my horse I can't save a dime I got to be careful, I don't want to be forced Into a life of continual crime I can see for myself that the sun is sinking How I wish you were here to see Tell me now, am I wrong in thinking That you have forgotten me? Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret They waste your nights and days Them I will forget But you I'll remember always Old memories of you to me have clung You've wounded me with words Gonna have to straighten out your tongue It's all true, everything you have heard Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind Bring me my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the front line Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues In you, my friend, I find no blame Wanna look in my eyes, please do No one can ever claim That I took up arms against you All across the peaceful sacred fields They will lay you low They'll break your horns and slash you with steel I say it so it must be so Now I'm down on my luck and I'm black and blue Gonna give you another chance I'm all alone and I'm expecting you To lead me off in a cheerful dance Got a brand new suit and a brand new wife I can live on rice and beans Some people never worked a day in their life Don't know what work even means Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind Bring me my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the front line Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues