Bob Dylan

         G                         F5  F#5   G                        (C)
 .       :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .   .
-------|-------3-/(7)7---|-----------------|-3---------------|----------------|
-------|-------3-/(8)8---|*----------------|-3--------------*|----------------|
-------|-------4-/(7)7---|-----------------|-4---------------|----------------|
-3h0---|-5---------------|-----------------|-5----(3-5)------|----------------|
----1b-|-5---------------|*--------3---4---|-5--------------*|----------------|

Album version

Capo 3rd fret (original key Eb major).

There seems to be a continuous G somewhere in the F chord of the second last line. (I’ve been walking…)

Intro, interlude 1 and verse:

|: C   Csus4  C  Csus4 :|

        C            Am
Oh, the ragman draws circles
C                   Am
Up and down the block.
    C                Am
I'd ask him what the matter was
      F                  G
But I know that he don't talk.
        F               C
And the ladies treat me kindly
    Am              C
And furnish me with tape,
    Am             C
But deep inside my heart
  F             C
I know I can't escape.
Em

New York version

     D
Mary wore three lengths of chain,
      A                D
Ev'ry length was Jesus name,
            G            A          D   [fill]
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
    A         D   [fill]
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
            G            A          D   [fill]
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.

Matthew,*) Mark and Luke and John,
All them prophets so good and gone,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,

    C                      F          C
Bad news, bad news come to me where I sleep,
    G    G6    G7     G       G6  G7
    Turn, turn, turn again.
       C                         F
Sayin' one of your friends is in trouble deep,
    Dm                F            G      G6 G7   G  G6 G7
    Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.


Tell me the trouble, Tell once to my ear.
Joliet prison and ninety-nine years.

Oh what's the charge of how this came to be?
Manslaughter in the highest of degree.

I sat down and wrote the best words I could write,

[Intro]

 .     .       :     .     .     .       :     .     .     .       :     .     .     .
-------------|-----0-----------0-------|-------------------------|-----0-------------0-----|
-------------|-----0-----------0-------|-------------------------|-----0-----------0-0-----|
-------------|-----------2/3-----2\1---|-------------------------|-----------2/3---3-----1-|

Bob Dylan version

/c /b D/a

       G               C
I am a man of constant sorrow
 /b       D              G      /c-b D/a
I've seen trouble all my days
             G          C
I'll say goodbye to Colorado
            D               G
Where I was born and partly raised.

Your mother says I'm a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there's one promise, darling:
I'll see you on God's golden shore.

Through this open world I'm about to ramble
Through ice and snow, sleet and rain
I'm about to ride that morning railroad

Intro:

|:C . . . |. . G C :|
|C . . . |. . . . D |G . . . |
|C . . . |F . . . |C . . G |C

      C
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack
                            G        C
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
C
Freight train whistle taught me how to cry
                             G    C
hummin' of the driver was my lullaby

I got the freight train blues
                                             D        G