Bob Dylan – Jokerman (Ukulele)

A                         Amaj7
Standing on the water, casting your bread

           Bm/A                    E/A             A
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing

A                      Amaj7
Distant ships sailing into the mist

          Bm/A                              E/A                        A
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing

Bm       E                          A
Freedom just around the corner for you

          Bm               E                  A   D
But with truth so far off, what good will it do.

E                          D
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

A         E           F#m          D
Bird fly high by the light of the moon

C#m7  D6  E   A
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

A                    Amaj7
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky

Bm/A             E/A                  A  D
You rise up and say goodbye to no one

A                    Amaj7
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread

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Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one

Bm            E                 A
Shedding off one more layer of skin

         Bm            E                     A    D
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

E                      D
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

A         E           F#m          D
Bird fly high by the light of the moon

C#m7  D6  E   A
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

         A                              Amaj7
You're a man of the mountain, you can walk on the clouds

      Bm/A                      E/A            A  D
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister

                 A
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah

     Amaj7                    Bm/A              E/A           A
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want marry your sister

Bm                       E                     A
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame

                 Bm                E                         A      D
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.

E                         D
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

A          E           F#m         D
Bird fly high by the light of the moon

C#m7  D6  E   A
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

          A                      Amaj7
Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy

     Bm/A                      E/A               A    D
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers

       A                           Amaj7
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed

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Michelangeo indeed could've carved out your features

Bm                      E                     A
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space

          Bm                      E                       A    D
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.

E                       D
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

A          E           F#m         D
Bird fly high by the light of the moon

C#m7 D6  E    A
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

           A                        Ammaj7
Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame

        Bm/A                        E/A                  A       D
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain

A                               Amaj7
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks

       Bm/A           E/A                  A
Molotow cocktails and rocks behind every curtain

Bm                    E                          A
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin

       Bm               E                            A  D
Only a matter of time 'til the night comes stepping in.

E                      D
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

A          E           F#m         D
Bird fly high by the light of the moon

C#m7  D6  E   A
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

        A                         Amaj7
It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray

   Bm/A                      E/A                              A      D
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet

                A                            Amaj7
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat

           Bm/A                       E/A
Take the motherless children off the street

                        A
And place them at the feet of a harlot

Bm             E                 A
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants

Bm             E                     A    D
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.

E                       D
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

A          E         F#m          D
Bird fly high by the light of the moon

C#m7 D6  E    A
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.