Bob Dylan – Hucks Tune (Guitar Intro)

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by: Bob Dylan From: “Lucky You – Soundtrack” (2007) Now on: "The Bootleg Series Vol. 08: Tell Tale Signs. Rare and Unreleased 1989-2006" [Disc 1] Tabbed by: maguri Tuning: Standard Capo: 1st fret Play: C Key: Eb time signature: 6/8
CHORDS
F/C    x-3-3-2-1-x
G5     3-x-0-0-3-x
C/E    x-x-2-0-1-x
C/D    x-x-0-0-1-x
F6     x-x-3-2-3-x
[Intro] / [Chorus]
  C                        G           F
  1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 +  1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 +

e|------------0-----------|------0-----------------|
B|1-----------------------|3-------3---1-----------|
G|0-----0-----------0-----|0 ----------2-----------|
D|2-------2-----------2---|------------3-----------|
A|3-----------3-----------|2-----------3-----------|
E|------------------------|------------------------|

  C           F            C
  1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 +  1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 +

e|------------------------|------------------------|
B|------------------1-----|------------------------|
G|0-----------0h2---------|------------------------|
D|2-------2---3-------3---|2-----------------------|
A|3-----------3-----------|3-----------------------|
E|------------------------|------------------------|
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro] | C | G F | C G7sus4 | C | [Verse 1]
       C                        G5        F
Well I wandered alone through a desert of stone

      C            F/C  G C
And I dreamt of my future wife

   C                          F/C        C
My sword's in my hand and I'm next in command

        C          C/E C/D C      F/A [Am?]
In this version of death   called life

   C                    F/C            C
My plate and my cup are right straight up
C /E /D /C F/A I took a rose from the hand of a child
       C                   G     F
When I kiss your lips, the honey drips

              C               F/C        C
But I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
| C | % | [Verse 2]
      C              G5      F
Every day we meet on any old street

    C              F/C     C
And you're in your girlish prime

    C                      F/C           C
The short and the tall are coming to the ball
C /E /D /C F/A [Am?] I go there all the time
  C                        F/C          C
Behind every tree, there's something to see

    C                     F/A
The river is wider than a mile

       C                   G     F
I tried you twice, you can't be nice

          C               F/C        C
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
| C | % | [Verse 3]
      C                 G5           F
Here come the nurse with money in her purse

C             F/C        C
Here come the ladies and men

   C                          F/C          C
You push it all in and you've no chance to win
C /E /D /C F/A [Am?] You play 'em on down to the end
    C                            F/C      C
I'm laying in the sand getting a sunshine tan

        C              F/A
Moving along riding in style

        C                G            F
From my toes to my head, you knock me dead

              C               F/C        C
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
| C | % | [Verse 4]
C                       G5      F
I count the years and I shed no tears

    C               F/C        C
I'm blinded to what might have been

C                       F/C     C
Nature's voice makes my heart rejoice

        C                    F/A [Am?]
Play me the wild song of the wind

        C                    F/C   C
I found hopeless love in the room above

         C                        F/A
When the sun and the weather were mild

          C                     G              F
You're as fine as wine, I ain't handing you no line

              C               F/C        C
But I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
| C | G F | C F/C | C | [Verse 5] + coda
        C                      G5          F
All the merry little elves can go hang themselves

   C           F/C         C
My faith is as cold as can be

            C                        F/C         C
I'm stacked high to the roof and I'm not without proof

   C                          F/A [Am?]
If you don't believe me, come see

    C                 F/C      C
You think I'm blue, I think so too

      C                     F/A
In my words, you'll find no guile

    C                      G            F
The game's gotten old, the deck's gone cold

              C               F/C        C
And I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

    C                      G            F
The game's gotten old, the deck's gone cold

          C               F6         C
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while