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Bob Dylan Blues by Syd Barrett
Bob Dylan Blues
INTRO
G D
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g-------0--]-----------]-----2--]------0-2-0--]] repeat
d-------0--]------0----]-----0--]--0h2--------]] 2 times
a-------2--]--0h2---2--]--0--x--]-------------]]
E--(3)--3--]-----------]-----x--]-------------]]
C G A D G
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g-----0--]--0h2-0----]-----0--]---------]-----2--]--2--]--0--]]
d-----2--]--------2--]--0--0--]--0-0----]-----2--]--0--]--0--]]
a--3--3--]-----------]-----2--]------2--]--0--0--]--x--]--2--]]
E-----x--]-----------]-----3--]---------]-----x--]--x--]--3--]]
G C9
Got the Bob Dylan blues and the Bob Dylan shoes
G D * D
And my clothes and my hair's in a mess
G
But you know I just couldn't care less
C9
Go on write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong
G D (*) D
'Bout God and my girl and all that
G
Quiet, while I make like a cat
D
CHORUS: 'Cause I'm a poet don't you know it
G C
And the wind you can blow it
G D (*) D
'Cause I'm mr.Dylan the king
G
And I'm free as a bird on a wing
Roam from town to town guess I get people down
But I don't care too much about that
'Cause my gut and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lotta dough but I deserve it though
I got soul and a good heart of gold
So sing about war and the cold
CHORUS: 'Cause I'm a poet ...
Well I sings about dreams and I rhymes it with seems
'Cause it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophecy all kinds of things
Well the guy that digs me should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I'm in town go see that
CHORUS: 'Cause I'm a poet ...
repeat INTRO
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version 2
"Bob Dylan Blues" is one of Syd's earliest songs, supposedly written in 1963
after seeing Dylan. The chorus sounds a bit like "Hard Rain's Gonna Fall."
It has what is probably the most traditional structure of any Syd song;
it follows a verse/verse/chorus progression with a intro/outro that changes keys.
Somehow, the recording is off by a quarter-step. To play along with the disc,
you have to tune your guitar up a quarter-step. (Remember, not a full half-step,
a quarter-step!!)
I might have misheard a lyric or two; specifically, the line in the forth verse
about his wallet and something else are fat. I think he says cat!?
Are the lyrics about Dylan making money a response to some folk cry of sellout?
Lastly, Syd fumbles up the chords in the first chorus. Instead of writing out
what is obviously a mistake, I have instead written how the chords are played in the
remaining two choruses.
Intro:
G D G
E---3--------------2-------------3--------------2-------------|
B---0--------------3-------------0--------------3-------------|
G---0--------------2------0h2p0--0--------------2------0h2p0--|
D---0-------0------0--0h2--------0-------0------0--0h2--------|
A---2---0h2---2--0---------------2---0h2---2--0---------------|
E---3----------------------------3----------------------------|
C G A D G
E---0-------------3---0----2---3------|
B---1-------------0---2----3---0------|
G---0------0------0---2----2---0------|
D---2--0h2---2--0-0---2----0---0------|
A---3-------------2---0--------2------|
E-----------------3------------3------|
C
Got the Bob Dylan blues
F
And the Bob Dylan shoes
C G
And my clothes and my hair's in a mess
G C
But you know I just couldn't care less
Gonna write me a song
'Bout what's right and what's wrong
About God and my girl an' all that
Quiet while I make like a cat
Chorus:
C G
'Cause I'm a poet, don't you know it
C F
And the wind, you can blow it
F G
'Cause I'm Mr. Dylan, the king
G C
And I'm free as a bird on the wing
Roam from town to town
Guess, I get people down
But I don't care too much about that
'Cause my cat and my wallet are fat
Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I got soul and good heart of gold
So I'll sing bout war and the cold
Chorus & repeat intro
Well, I sings bout dreams
and I rhymes it with seams
and it seams that my dream always means
but I can prophesy all kinds of things
Well, the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs in a hat
And when I'm in town go see that
Chorus & repeat intro
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