Bob
Dylan
Intro:
G
C C/B D Dsus4
C
D G
s.n.
B C D G...
G C9
Far
between the sundown's finish
G C9
and
midnights broken toll
G
we
ducked inside
C9 D
G s.n. B C D G...
the
doorway [as] thunder [went] crashing
G C9
As
majestic bells of bolts
G C9
struck
shadows in the sounds
G C9 D G
seeming
to be the chimes of freedom flashing
(notes
on low E string and open D: G F# E D...)
D
Flashing
for the warriors
G C9 G
whose
strength is not to fight
C9 C9/B
flashing
for the refugees
Am D
of
the unarmed road of flight
G C9
and
for each and every underdog
G C9
soldier
in the night
G C9
D G s.n. B C D G...
and
we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
There
are cities melted furnace
unexpectedly
we watched
with
faces hidden as the walls were tightening
As
the echo of the wedding bells
before
the blowing rain
dissolved
into the bells of the lightning
Tolling
for the rebel
tolling
for the rake
tolling
for the luckless
they
are bound and damned forsaked
tolling
for the outcasts
burning
constantly at stake
and
we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Through
the mad mystic hammering
and
the wild ripping hail
the
sky cracked its farms in naked wonder
As
the clanging of the church bells
blew
far into the breeze
leaving
only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking
for the gentle
striking
for the kind
striking
for the guardians and protectors of the mind
and
the poet and painter
far
behind his rightful time
and
we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
In
the wild cathedral evening
the
rain unravelled tales
for
a disrobed faceless farms of no position
Tolling
for the tongues
with
no place to bring their thoughts
all
down and taken for granted situations
Tolling
for the deaf and blind
tolling
for the mute
for
a mistreated maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute
for
the misdemeanor outlaw
chained
and cheated by pursuit
and
we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even
though the cloud's white curtain
in
a far off corner [flowered] <flashed>
and
the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric
light<s> still struck like arrows
fired
but [further ones] <for the ones>
condemned
to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling
for the searching ones
on
their speechless seeking trail
for
the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale
and
for each unharmful gentle soul
misplaced
inside a jail
and
we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
C C9/B
D
dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
C C9/B
D G
dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee-duh]
Starry
eyes and laughing
as
I recall when we were caught
[trapped]
<can't find> no track [for] <of> ours for they hang suspended
As
we listened one last time
and
we watched with one last look
spellbound
and swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling
for the aching <ones>
whose
wounds cannot be nursed
or
the countless confused accused misused
strung
out ones and worse
and
for every hung up person
in
the whole wide universe
and
we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
[dee
dee...]