Bob Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941 in Duluth, Minnesota, United States) is an American musician, poet and artist whose position in popular culture is unique.
Dylan started his musical odyssey in 1959 when he began playing in Dinkytown, Minneapolis while attending the University of Minnesota. Shortly after starting to play he changed his stage name to Bob Dylan, after being influenced by the poetry of Dylan Thomas before legally changing his name in 1962.
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From the Album "Blonde on Blonde" (and "Live 1966")
ok, this song seems to have 3 guitars: an acoustic steel stringed (most likely played by Dylan) and two classical guitars(tabbed out toward the bottom). If you wanna play the live version (from "Live 1966") just play the steel string guitar part and an E blues harmonica.
Below are the chords from the album version (Blonde on Blonde.) The live version from 'live 1966' is more or less the same except that the Cadd4 is replaced now and then with a Cadd4/A. It is replaced all throughout the intro and outro, and every now and then while Dylan is singing. It seems he just plays whichever one he feels like at the time, so thats what i play too.
Capo: 4th fret
EADGBe Cadd4 : x33010 Cadd4/A : x03010
CCadd4CCadd4CCadd4CCadd4
CCadd4 When she said,
CCadd4C "Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
Cadd4CCadd4CCadd4 I cried she was deaf.
CCadd4CCadd4C And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Cadd4CCadd4CCadd4 Then said, "What else you got left?"
Em It was then that I got up to leave
Dm But she said, "Don't forget,
CCadd4C Everybody must give something back
Cadd4CCadd4CCadd4 For something they get."
I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come. And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, "Don't get cute." So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs, And gallantly handed her My very last piece of gum.
She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked. And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked. I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against . . .
Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some. She said, "No, dear." I said, "Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum." She screamed till her face got so red Then she fell on the floor, And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer.
And, when I was through I filled up my shoe And brought it to you. And you, you took me in, You loved me then You didn't waste time. And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch. Now don't ask for mine.
(Repeat verse with harmonica. Fade on C Cadd4 C Cadd4 ...)
Since the classical guitars are pretty repetitive, instead of tediously writing every single measure out, ive written out the three different parts. They correspond to the chords that the rhythm guitar is playing. I recomend you learn the three parts first and then look at the chord progression above to find where they go. It should also be pretty straightforward from just listening to the song too.