Chord Workingmans Blues 2 by Bob Dylan

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verse 6 A E/G# now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret F#m A/E they waste your nights and days D A/C# them i will forget Bm E turnaround : see above but you i’ll remember always A E/G# old memories of you to me have clung F#m A/E you’ve wounded me with your words D A/C# gonna have to straighten out your tongue Bm E turnaround : see above it’s all true , everything you have heard chorus D A/C# meet me at the bottom , don’t lag behind D A/E bring me my boots and shoes D A/C# you can hang back or fight your best on the front line Bm D/E A sing a little bit of these workingman’s blues interlude | A | % | % | % | verse 7 A E/G# in you , my friend , i find no blame F#m A/E wanna look in my eyes , please do D A/C# no one can ever claim Bm E turnaround : see above that i took up arms against you A E/G# all across the peaceful sacred fields F#m A/E they will lay you low D A/C# they’ll break your horns and slash you with steel Bm E turnaround : see above i say it so it must be so verse 8 A E/G# now i’m down on my luck and i’m black and blue F#m A/E gonna give you another chance D A/C# i’m all alone , i’m expecting you Bm E turnaround : see above to lead me off in a cheerful dance A E/G# got a brand new suit and a brand new wife F#m A/E i can live on rice and beans D A/C# some people never worked a day in their life Bm E turnaround : see above don’t know what work even means chorus D A/C# meet me at the bottom , don’t lag behind D A/E bring me my boots and shoes D A/C# you can hang back or fight your best on the front line Bm D/E A sing a little bit of these workingman’s blues interlude | A | % | % | % | coda = verse | A | E/G# | F#m | A/E | | D | A/C# | Bm | E | repeat and fade - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - chords intro / verse / outro | A | E/G# | F#m | A/E | | D | A/C# | Bm | E | chorus | D | A/C# | D | A/E | | D | A/C# | Bm | D/E | A there’s an evenin’ haze settlin’ over the town starlight by the edge of the creek the buyin’ power of the proletariat’s gone down money’s gettin’ shallow and weak the place i love best is a sweet memory it’s a new path that we trod they say low wages are a reality if we want to compete abroad my cruel weapons have been put on the shelf come sit down on my knee you are dearer to me than myself as you yourself can see i’m listenin’ to the steel rails hum got both eyes tight shut just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from creeping it’s way into my gut meet me at the bottom , don’t lag behind bring me my boots and shoes you can hang back or fight your best on the front line sing a little bit of these workingman’s blues now , i’m sailin’ on back , ready for the long haul tossed by the winds and the seas i’ll drag Em all down to hell and i’ll stand Em at the wall i’ll sell Em to their enemies i’m tryin’ to feed my soul with thought gonna sleep off the rest of the day sometimes no one wants what we got sometimes you can’t give it away now the place is ringed with countless foes some of them may be deaf and dumb no man , no woman knows the hour that sorrow will come in the dark i hear the night birds call i can hear a lover’s breath i sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall sleep is like a temporary death meet me at the bottom , don’t lag behind bring me my boots and shoes you can hang back or fight your best on the front line sing a little bit of these workingman’s blues well , they burned my barn , they stole my horse i can’t save a dime i got to be careful , i don’t want to be forced into a life of continual crime i can see for myself that the sun is sinking how i wish you were here to see tell me now , Am i wrong in thinking that you have forgotten me? now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret they waste your nights and days them i will forget but you i’ll remember always old memories of you to me have clung you’ve wounded me with words gonna have to straighten out your tongue it’s all true , everything you have heard meet me at the bottom , don’t lag behind bring me my boots and shoes you can hang back or fight your best on the front line sing a little bit of these workingman’s blues in you , my friend , i find no blame wanna look in my eyes , please do no one can ever claim that i took up arms against you all across the peaceful sacred fields they will lay you low they’ll break your horns and slash you with steel i say it so it must be so now i’m down on my luck and i’m black and blue gonna give you another chance i’m all alone and i’m expecting you to lead me off in a cheerful dance got a brand new suit and a brand new wife i can live on rice and beans some people never worked a day in their life don’t know what work even means meet me at the bottom , don’t lag behind bring me my boots and shoes you can hang back or fight your best on the front line sing a little bit of these workingman’s blues