Bob Dylan

C
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
 F              C
Alive as you or me,

Tearing through these quarters
       D7         F
In the utmost misery,
       C
With a blanket underneath his arm
      F
And a coat of solid gold,
C         /b      Am   C/g
Searching for the very souls
       F               C
Whom already have been sold.

"Arise, arise," he cried so loud,
With a voice without restraint,
"Come out, ye gifted kings and queens

Intro: F   C   Dm

   Dm             C
As I went out one morning
               Dm   C         Dm
To breathe the air around Tom Paine's,
  Dm                C
I spied the fairest damsel
     Dm       C       Dm
That ever did walk in chains.
  F              Am
I offer'd her my hand,
    Dm      C      Dm
She took me by the arm.
  Dm             C
I knew that very instant,
    Dm       C     Dm
She meant to do me harm.

[Harmonica as intro]

C
John Wesley Harding
      F      G      C
Was a friend to the poor,
   C                            Dm    F   G
He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.
C
All along this countryside,
   F      G      C
He opened many a door,
           C
But he was never known
   F       G      C
To hurt an honest man.

'Twas down in Chaynee County,
A time they talk about,
With his lady by his side
He took a stand.
And soon the situation there

Nashville Skyline version

The little thing that occurs here and there (marked with a *) in the song):

Album version

 E                B                A  E/g# F#m E
|--------7-------|--------2-------|----------------|
|9-----9---9-----|4-----4---4-----|2---0-----------|
|9---9-------9---|4---4-------4---|2---1---2---1---|
|9---------------|4---------------|2---2---4---2---|
|7---------------|2---------------|0-------4---2---|
|----------------|----------------|----4---2---0---|

E      G#
Hazel, dirty-blonde hair
A                           F#7
I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.
E                   G#          C#m   E/b  A

  F                 C                 Bb                F6
  :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :
|--1st guitar-----|-\---3-----------|-1---------------|-10-----------
|--(12 string)----|--\--5-----------|-3---------------|-10-----------
|-----------------|---\-5-----------|-3---------------|-10-----------
|-------2-3-2-----|-2--\------------|-----------------|-10-/---------

Bb7
Ten thousand men on a hill,

Ten thousand men on a hill,
F                                 Bb7
Some of 'm goin' down, some of 'm gonna get killed.

Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue,
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue,
Drummin' in the morning, in the evening they'll be coming for you.

Ten thousand men on the move,
Ten thousand men on the move,
None of them doing nothin' that your mama wouldn't disapprove.

In the early solo version on The Bootleg Series, Dylan’s guitar is capoed on the 5th fret. That’s probably how it is played on the Bringing It All Back Home version too.