JAKOB DYLAN - THIS END OF THE TELESCOPE UKULELE CHORDS

Capo: 3

Standard tuning. Capo 3rd fret Now not everything is lined up, but you as a muscian should be able to deal with that and if you are versed in a folk style you'll know how to improvise around this tabs shortcomings with that said...Embellishments on everything. Corrections are welcome. Bm9 x5403x Cm9 x6504x Intro (still haven’t figured it out completely Variations on G/D A7/C# few times Cm9 Bm9 G/D A7/C# G/D D

^G/DI was b^A7/C#orn in the Su^Dmmer of^A7/C# Sam -- ^G/D ^G/DSmaller and soon^A7/C#er than planned -- ^D ^G/DIn the ^A7/C#spitting imag^De of a ^A7/C#man ^G/D ^G/DRaised by wolves^A7/C# on the fat of the land. ^D ^G/DClear o^A7/C#f romance, be^Dauty, a^A7/C#nd damned ^G/D ^G/DTomorrow will co^A7/C#me if she can. ^D

^G/DJust wa^A7/C#nt a woman wh^Do can w^A7/C#alk on a wire ^G/D ^G/DWith a trembling^A7/C# glass in her hand. ^D

^A7/C#Over the hilltops ^G/Dthe fire engine rolls,^D ^A7/C#Down the valley dee^G/Dper still it goes; ^A7/C#

^G/DGot my ^A7/C#weapons out, ^DI'm lay^A7/C#ing low ^G/D ^G/DOn this end of t^A7/C#he telescope. ^D

^G/DAlone, ^A7/C#you ramble th^De whole^A7/C# of the world ^G/D ^G/DThrough black-wa^A7/C#ter jungles for bliss. ^D ^G/DIt's fe^A7/C#ast or famine^D, you e^A7/C#at what you ki^G/Dll ^G/DThere's no need ^A7/C#to bring God into this. ^D ^G/DMy hear^A7/C#t is heavy an^Dd press^A7/C#ed to the bone^G/D, ^G/DSome people too ^A7/C#heavy to hold. ^D ^G/DSalutat^A7/C#ions, take me^D as I a^A7/C#m -- ^G/D ^G/DYou can have me,^A7/C# or leave me alone. ^D ^A7/C#Sun-kissed lemons i^G/Dn the graveyard below^D ^A7/C#Here in death you s^G/Dee new adventures gro^A7/C#w. ^G/DI see y^A7/C#ou at last bu^Dt mostl^A7/C#y ghost, ^G/D ^G/DOn this end of t^A7/C#he telescope. ^D

solo G/D with embellishments (A7/C#) D bridge

^BmThis will not be easy ^D ^Em/C#Word's out the doctor is not coming in Bm D (embellishments) This genie is too angry to go back A7/C# (without seventh) Into the bottle again.

then another solo which I don't have the talents to tab

^G/DCloser ^A7/C#than ever, an^Dd cover^A7/C#ed in birds ^G/D ^G/DA bone-colored m^A7/C#oon fills the west. ^D ^G/DNow, th^A7/C#roats will be^D slashe^A7/C#d, and flags w^G/Dill unfurl ^G/DAs time will div^A7/C#ide us in gangs. ^D ^G/DNow, ye^A7/C#ars of progre^Dss digg^A7/C#ing the sand ^G/D ^G/DCompanions we ma^A7/C#de didn't last. ^D ^G/DNow, lo^A7/C#usy lovers do^D well w^A7/C#ith their hand^G/Ds ^G/DBut I'll reach y^A7/C#ou like nobody can. ^D ^A7/C#Now, slow and easy,^G/D you let your paddle ^Dgo ^A7/C#Down a the bottom t^G/Dhere is more hell to ^A7/C#row. ^G/DI see c^A7/C#lear at last:^D I love^A7/C#, I loathe, ^G/D ^G/DOn this end of t^A7/C#he telescope. ^D

Jakob Dylan - This end of the telescope