Chords for Bob Dylan - Hard Times In New York Town (Demo - 1961 - Official Audio)
Tempo:
134.05 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
Abm
Gb
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
Come here ladies and gentlemen, listen to my song.
Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong.
Just [E] a little glimpse of a [B] starry-eyed town,
About an East Coast [Abm] city that you don't know well.
[B] It's hard times.
From the [Abm] country, living down in New [B] York town.
Old New York City is a friendly old town.
From [Abm] Washington Heights to Harlem on [B] down,
There's a mighty many people [Abm] in the middle and all around.
[B] They'll kick you when you're [E] up and knock you [Db] when you're [B] down.
It's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town.
Well the weak and the strong and the rich and the poor,
Gathered together ain't room for no more.
Crowded up above and crowded down below,
When someone disappears you never even know.
And it's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town.
It's a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate
To Rockefeller Plaza and Empire State.
Mr.
[E] Empire sits up as [B] high as a bird,
And old Mr.
Rockefeller never says a word.
And it's hard times.
From the [Abm] country, living down in New [B] York town.
Well it's up in [E] the morning trying to find a job [B] or work,
Standing in one place till your feet begin to hurt.
If you got a lot of money you can make yourself a marry,
If you only got a nickel it's a Staten Island ferry.
And it's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town.
Mr.
Hudson come a sailing down your stream,
And the old man you missed oh he paid for his dream.
He bought your city on a one-way track,
If I had my way I'd [E] send it [B] right back.
It's hard times.
From the [E] country, [Bb] living down in New [B] York town.
I'd take all the smog in California,
And every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains,
And the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines.
It's all much cleaner than the New York kind.
It's hard times.
In the [Abm] country, living [Gb] down in New [B] York town.
So to all you newsy people that's spreading news around,
You listen to my story, you listen to my song,
You can stamp on my name,
You can try to get me beat when I leave New York,
[E] I'll be standing on [B] my feet.
It's hard times.
From the country, living [Gb] down in [B] New York town.
Come here ladies and gentlemen, listen to my song.
Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong.
Just [E] a little glimpse of a [B] starry-eyed town,
About an East Coast [Abm] city that you don't know well.
[B] It's hard times.
From the [Abm] country, living down in New [B] York town.
Old New York City is a friendly old town.
From [Abm] Washington Heights to Harlem on [B] down,
There's a mighty many people [Abm] in the middle and all around.
[B] They'll kick you when you're [E] up and knock you [Db] when you're [B] down.
It's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town.
Well the weak and the strong and the rich and the poor,
Gathered together ain't room for no more.
Crowded up above and crowded down below,
When someone disappears you never even know.
And it's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town.
It's a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate
To Rockefeller Plaza and Empire State.
Mr.
[E] Empire sits up as [B] high as a bird,
And old Mr.
Rockefeller never says a word.
And it's hard times.
From the [Abm] country, living down in New [B] York town.
Well it's up in [E] the morning trying to find a job [B] or work,
Standing in one place till your feet begin to hurt.
If you got a lot of money you can make yourself a marry,
If you only got a nickel it's a Staten Island ferry.
And it's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town.
Mr.
Hudson come a sailing down your stream,
And the old man you missed oh he paid for his dream.
He bought your city on a one-way track,
If I had my way I'd [E] send it [B] right back.
It's hard times.
From the [E] country, [Bb] living down in New [B] York town.
I'd take all the smog in California,
And every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains,
And the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines.
It's all much cleaner than the New York kind.
It's hard times.
In the [Abm] country, living [Gb] down in New [B] York town.
So to all you newsy people that's spreading news around,
You listen to my story, you listen to my song,
You can stamp on my name,
You can try to get me beat when I leave New York,
[E] I'll be standing on [B] my feet.
It's hard times.
From the country, living [Gb] down in [B] New York town.
Key:
B
E
Abm
Gb
Db
B
E
Abm
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
Come here ladies and gentlemen, listen to my song.
Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong.
Just [E] a little glimpse of a [B] starry-eyed town,
About an East Coast [Abm] city that you don't know well.
[B] It's hard times.
From the [Abm] country, living down in New [B] York town.
_ _ _ Old New York City is a friendly old town.
From [Abm] Washington Heights to Harlem on [B] down,
There's a mighty many people [Abm] in the middle and all around.
[B] They'll kick you when you're [E] up and knock you [Db] when you're [B] down.
It's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town. _
_ _ _ _ Well the weak and the strong and the rich and the poor,
Gathered together ain't room for no more.
Crowded up above and crowded down below,
When someone disappears you never even know.
And it's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town. _ _
It's a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate
To Rockefeller Plaza and Empire State.
Mr.
[E] Empire sits up as [B] high as a bird,
And old Mr.
Rockefeller never says a word.
And it's hard times.
From the [Abm] country, living down in New [B] York town.
_ _ Well it's up in [E] the morning trying to find a job [B] or work,
Standing in one place till your feet begin to hurt.
If you got a lot of money you can make yourself a marry,
If you only got a nickel it's a Staten Island ferry.
And it's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town. _ _
_ _ _ Mr.
Hudson come a sailing down your stream,
And the old man you missed oh he paid for his dream.
He bought your city on a one-way track,
If I had my way I'd [E] send it [B] right back.
It's hard times.
From the [E] country, [Bb] living down in New [B] York town.
_ _ I'd take all the smog in California,
And every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains,
And the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines.
It's all much cleaner than the New York kind.
It's hard times.
In the [Abm] country, living [Gb] down in New [B] York town.
_ _ So to all you newsy people that's spreading news around,
You listen to my story, you listen to my song,
You can stamp on my name,
You can try to get me beat when I leave New York,
[E] I'll be standing on [B] my feet.
It's hard times.
From the country, living [Gb] down in [B] New York town. _ _ _ _ _
Come here ladies and gentlemen, listen to my song.
Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong.
Just [E] a little glimpse of a [B] starry-eyed town,
About an East Coast [Abm] city that you don't know well.
[B] It's hard times.
From the [Abm] country, living down in New [B] York town.
_ _ _ Old New York City is a friendly old town.
From [Abm] Washington Heights to Harlem on [B] down,
There's a mighty many people [Abm] in the middle and all around.
[B] They'll kick you when you're [E] up and knock you [Db] when you're [B] down.
It's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town. _
_ _ _ _ Well the weak and the strong and the rich and the poor,
Gathered together ain't room for no more.
Crowded up above and crowded down below,
When someone disappears you never even know.
And it's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town. _ _
It's a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate
To Rockefeller Plaza and Empire State.
Mr.
[E] Empire sits up as [B] high as a bird,
And old Mr.
Rockefeller never says a word.
And it's hard times.
From the [Abm] country, living down in New [B] York town.
_ _ Well it's up in [E] the morning trying to find a job [B] or work,
Standing in one place till your feet begin to hurt.
If you got a lot of money you can make yourself a marry,
If you only got a nickel it's a Staten Island ferry.
And it's hard times.
From the country, living down in New York town. _ _
_ _ _ Mr.
Hudson come a sailing down your stream,
And the old man you missed oh he paid for his dream.
He bought your city on a one-way track,
If I had my way I'd [E] send it [B] right back.
It's hard times.
From the [E] country, [Bb] living down in New [B] York town.
_ _ I'd take all the smog in California,
And every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains,
And the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines.
It's all much cleaner than the New York kind.
It's hard times.
In the [Abm] country, living [Gb] down in New [B] York town.
_ _ So to all you newsy people that's spreading news around,
You listen to my story, you listen to my song,
You can stamp on my name,
You can try to get me beat when I leave New York,
[E] I'll be standing on [B] my feet.
It's hard times.
From the country, living [Gb] down in [B] New York town. _ _ _ _ _
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