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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------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)-Bob Dylan ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by:Nick V. E-mail:[email protected]
The 1978 live version found on "Live at Budakon"
"This songs called It's Alright, Ma. I'm Only Bleeding (Ho Ho Ho)."
Am Darkness at the break of noon C Shadows even the silver spoon D The handmade blade, the child's balloon F Eclipses both the sun and moon E To understand you know too soon that there is no sense in trying.
AmCDCAm [x2]
Am Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn C Suicide remarks are torn D From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn F Plays wasted words, proves to warn E That he not busy being born is busy dying.
AmCDCAm [x2]
Am Temptation’s page flies out the door C You follow, find yourself at war D Watch waterfalls of pity roar F You feel to moan but unlike before E You discover that you’d just be one more person crying
AmCDCAm [x2]=
AmEAD So don't fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear AEDE It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
AmCDCAm [x3]
Am As some warn victory, some downfall C Private reasons great or small D Can be seen in the eyes of those that call F To make all that should be killed to crawl E While others say don’t hate nothing at all except hatred
AmCDCAm [x3]
Am Disillusioned words like bullets bark C As human gods aim for their mark D Make everything from toy guns that spark F To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark E It’s easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred
AmCDCAm [x3]
Am While preachers preach of evil fates C Teachers teach that knowledge waits D Can lead to hundred-dollar plates F Goodness hides behind its gates E But even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked
AmCDCAm [x3]
AmEAD An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged AmEAD It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge AEDE And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it