Bob Dylan – Caribbean Wind (Guitar)

CHORDS
        E-A-D-G-B-e
Csus4   x-3-3-0-1-1

C                   Em7
She was from Haiti, fair brown and intense

F                                     C
 I don’t think she’d ever known about innocence

C               C/B       C/A        C/G        F          | Bb F |
I was playin’ a show in Miami in the theater of mystery.

C                      Em7
 Told her about Jesus, told about the rain

F                              C
 She told me about the vision, told me about the pain

         C              C/B        C/A         C/G  F     | Bb F |
That had risen from the ashes and abided in her memory.

          C              Em7
Was she a virtuous woman? I really can’t say

F                         C
 Something about her said trust me anyway.

       C              C/B             C/A            C/G       F       | Bb F |
As the days turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours.

     C                    Em7
I pretended to be sleeping and he thought I was

    F                                  C
But I was only paying attention like a rattlesnake does

C          C/B              C/A       C/G     F       | Bb F |
 When he’s hearin’ footsteps trampling on the flowers.

F                   G               C               F
 And that Caribbean wind still blows from Mexico to Curaçao,

C/E                   F             G
 From Chinatown to the furnace of desire.

F                          G      C                     F
 And them distant ships of liberty on the iron waves so bold and free,

C/E                       F          G             C          Csus4
 Bringing everyone that's near to me closer to the fire.

          C                            Em7
Well, our shadows move closer til they touched on the floor,

    F                      C
The Prodigal Son’s waiting close to the door,

C            C/B          C/A             C/G        F     | Bb F |
Preaching up sanity, he’s waiting for the night to arrive.

       C                       Em7
He was well connected, but her heart was a snare

F                    C
 She had left him to die in there,

C             C/B           C/A          C/G        F     | Bb F |
 But I knew I could get him out while he still was alive.

C                    Em7
Stars on my balcony, flies buzz my head,

F                             C
Ceiling fan’s broken, there’s heat in my bed

C           C/B      C/A       C7/G   F       | Bb F |
Street band playin' "Nearer My God To Thee"

           C                        Em7
She looked into my eyes, I hear the mission bells ring,

            F                              C
She said "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing

        C   C/B             C/A           C/G    F     | Bb F |
You can do about it, so you might as well let it be"

         F         G               C               F
When the Caribbean wind still blows from Mexico to Curaçao,

C/E                    F            G
 From Chinatown to the furnace of desire.

         F                G       C                     F
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,

C/E                            F               Am     G      C          Csus4
 Bringing everything that ever was close to me closer to the fire.

C                     Em7
 Atlantic City by the cruel sea,

         F                              C
I hear a voice crying "Daddy", I always think it's for me,

         C        C/B            C/A        C/G        F      | Bb F |
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that calls,

      C                     Em7
Every new messenger bringin’ evil report

      F                               C
About armies that are rioting, those fuses are short [?]

         C    C/B           C/A        C/G        F       | Bb F |
And them ugly gargoyles and hate words written on walls

C                                  Em7
 Would I have married her? I don't know I suppose,

        F                       C
She had bells in her braids and fire in her clothes.

        C           C/B               C/A      C/G          F    | Bb F |
But the curtain was rising, like they say, the show must go on

       C                     Em7
Then I felt it come over me, some kind of gloom,

               F                           C
I was going to say "Come on with me, I got plenty of room"

      C           C/B          C/A         C/G     F        | Bb F |
But I knew I'd be lyin', and besides she'd already gone.

         F         G               C                F
And them Caribbean wind still blows from Curaçao to Mexico,

C/E                    F            G
 From Chinatown to the furnace of desire.

    F                     G      C                 F
And them distant ships of liberty on iron waves so bold and free,

C/E                         F          G             C          Csus4
 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.