Bob Dylan

G . A . G . . . . . . .

     G
Went out last night just to take a little round.
  F#
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down.
  G#
I ran right home and I went to bed
       A
With a forty-four smokeless under my head.

A
I began to think what a deed I'd done.

I grabbed my hat and I began to run.

I made a god run but I ran too slow;
                         Bb
They overtook me down in Jericho

F
Standing on a corner I's ringin' my bell,
                            F#
Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.
   G                            G#

C                    Am
All the tired horses in the sun
Em                          G
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done?
C      Am
Hmm.
Emsus4 G
Hmm.   Hmm.

Intro:

E                    B(ii)         A                         A'   (E)
Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing,
E                     B(ii)                A                                A'
Death kept followin', trackin' us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing.
    B(vii)            E                           /b     A       A'
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy,
E              E/b
 I know you're long gone,
  A                        E
I guess it must be up to me.

  E         B(vii)  E       A

E                B         A               E
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
     E               B              A
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
  E                B             A
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
      E                    B        A                E
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

B A E E B A E

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word

Original New York Version

Original New York Session, 16th September 1974

Intro and interlude (more or less):

Album version (New York, Sept 1974)

E                 Emaj7
I've seen love go by my door
     A
It's never been this close before
E             Emaj7      B11
Never been so easy or so slow.
     E               Emaj7
Been shooting in the dark too long
     A
When somethin's not right it's wrong
E                    B11               E . . .
You're gonna make me lonesome when you go.


Dragon clouds so high above

Organ version (September 16 1974)

Intro: Am  .  .  .  Bsus4  .  B(vii)  .  E

Am                         Bsus4             Bvii           E
Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Am                                Bsus4              B(vii)         E
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it but when they will I can only guess.
     C#m          G#m                A                E