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I Shall Be Free No 10 Chords

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From 'Another Side Of Bob Dylan' 1964.

(Harmonica intro)
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D Em    D Em   D   G     C     D        G

G                 C
I'm just average, common too
    D
I'm just like him, the same as you
    G           C
I'm everybody's brother and son

I ain't different than anyone
G
It ain't no use a-talking to me
              C
It's just the same as talking to you.

(Harmonica)
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D     G     C     D Em    D Em   D

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day

I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay

I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come

26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine

Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run

99, 100 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you

14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen.

(Harmonica)
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D     G     C     D Em    D Em   D


Well, I don't know, but I've been told

The streets in heaven are lined with gold

I ask you how things could get much worse

If the Russians happen to get up there first

Wowee! pretty scary !
(Harmonica)
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D     G     C     D Em    D Em   D



Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree

I want ev'rybody to be free

But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater

Move in next door and mary my daughter

You must think I'm crazy !

I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba.

Well, I set my monkey on the log

And ordered him to do the Dog

He wagged his tail and shook his head

And he went and did the Cat instead

He's a weird monkey, very funky.


(Harmonica)
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D     G     C     D Em    D Em   D



I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on

Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun

I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist

And my wig-hat falling in my face

But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court.


(Harmonica)
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D     G     C     D Em    D Em   D


I gotta woman, she's so mean

She sticks my boots in the washing machine

Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude

Puts bubblegum in my food

She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey.


(Harmonica)
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D     G     C     D Em    D Em   D



Now I gotta friend who spends his life

Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife

Dreams of strangling me with a scarf

When my name comes up he pretends to barf

I've got a million friends !

Now they asked me to read a poem

At the sorority sister's home

I got knocked down and my head was swimmin'

I wound up with the Dean of Women

Yippee ! I'm a poet, and I know it

Hope I don't blow it.



(Harmonica)
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D     G     C     D Em    D Em   D


I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds.


(Harmonica)
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D     G     C     D Em    D Em   D



You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's probably got you baffled more
What this thing here is for
It's nothing
It's something I learned over in England

Enjoy!
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Creative-Noise wrote on April 28 2010, 04:03 pm

This is pretty good. I think there's a D missing in the line of the first verse that has no chords written above it. In the verses with more words you just gotta mess around with the chords a bit to figure them out, he stays on the same chord for a lot of them.

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