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Masters Of War by Bob Dylan
Masters Of War
Capo on 3rd fret (sounding key: F minor)
Dropped D tuning: DADGBE
Chords:
Dm: 000231
Csus2: x30030
>= down stroke h= hammer on
Rhythm pattern:
Dm Csus2 Dm
E|1-1-1-1-1-1-0h1-1-1-0---|0h1-|
B|3-3-3-3-3-3-3---3-3-3---|3---|
G|2-2-2-2-2-2-0h2-2-2-0---|0h2-|
D|0-0-0-0-0-0-0---0-0-0---|0---|
A|0---0---0---0---0---3---|0---|
D|0---0---0---0---0-------|0---|
> > > > > > >
Dm Csus2 Dm (Rhy pat)
Come you masters of war
Dm Csus2 Dm (Rhy pat)
You that build the big guns
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You that build the death planes
Dm Csus2 Dm (Rhy pat)
You that build all the bombs
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You that hide behind walls
Dm Csus2 Dm (Rhy pat)
You that hide behind desks
Dm Csus2 Dm (Rhy pat)
I just want you to know I can see through your masks
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
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