To Ramona - Bob Dylan - (5/7/65) Bootleg Chords
Tempo:
90.6 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
F#m
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[G] [D] Ramona, come closer, shut softly your [A] watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadness will [D] pass as your senses will writhe.
[G] For the flowers of the city, they'll breath like it, [A] death like it, time.
[D] [A] And there's no use in trying to deal with the dying,
[F#m] though I cannot [A] explain that [D] in line.
[A]
[D]
Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss,
as to be by the touch of your [A] skin.
[D]
[A] Your magnetic movement still captures the minutes [D] I'm in.
[G] It grieves my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that just [A] don't exist.
It's all just a scheme, babe, a vacuum-y dream, babe,
that [F#m] sucks you into [D] feeling like this.
[A] [D]
I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless foam [A] from the mouth.
[D] [A]
I can tell you are torn between staying and returning [F#m] on back [D] to the south.
You've [G] been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand.
[D]
[A] Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you,
except the thoughts of yourself [D] feeling bad.
[A]
[D]
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one,
and no one is better than [A] you.
[D] [A]
If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win [A] and nothing [D] to lose.
[G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your [A] sorrow does stem.
[D] [A] That hype you and type you, making you feel that [F#m] you must be [D] exactly like them.
[G]
[A]
[D] [A]
[D]
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a meaningless [A] ring.
Far deep in my heart I know there is no help [D] I can bring.
[G] Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you think [A] you should do.
[D] [A] And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and be crying to [D]
you.
[G] [A] [D] [N]
[G] [D] [G]
[E] [Em]
[G] [D] Ramona, come closer, shut softly your [A] watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadness will [D] pass as your senses will writhe.
[G] For the flowers of the city, they'll breath like it, [A] death like it, time.
[D] [A] And there's no use in trying to deal with the dying,
[F#m] though I cannot [A] explain that [D] in line.
[A]
[D]
Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss,
as to be by the touch of your [A] skin.
[D]
[A] Your magnetic movement still captures the minutes [D] I'm in.
[G] It grieves my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that just [A] don't exist.
It's all just a scheme, babe, a vacuum-y dream, babe,
that [F#m] sucks you into [D] feeling like this.
[A] [D]
I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless foam [A] from the mouth.
[D] [A]
I can tell you are torn between staying and returning [F#m] on back [D] to the south.
You've [G] been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand.
[D]
[A] Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you,
except the thoughts of yourself [D] feeling bad.
[A]
[D]
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one,
and no one is better than [A] you.
[D] [A]
If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win [A] and nothing [D] to lose.
[G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your [A] sorrow does stem.
[D] [A] That hype you and type you, making you feel that [F#m] you must be [D] exactly like them.
[G]
[A]
[D] [A]
[D]
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a meaningless [A] ring.
Far deep in my heart I know there is no help [D] I can bring.
[G] Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you think [A] you should do.
[D] [A] And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and be crying to [D]
you.
[G] [A] [D] [N]
[G] [D] [G]
[E] [Em]
Key:
D
A
G
F#m
E
D
A
G
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ Ramona, come closer, shut softly your [A] watery eyes. _
_ _ The pangs of your sadness will [D] pass as your senses will writhe.
_ _ [G] For the flowers of the city, they'll breath like it, [A] death like it, time. _ _ _
[D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ And there's no use in trying to deal with the dying,
[F#m] though I cannot [A] explain that [D] in line. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss,
as to be by the touch of your [A] skin.
_ _ [D] _
[A] _ _ _ Your magnetic movement still captures the minutes [D] I'm in.
_ _ [G] It grieves my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that just [A] don't exist.
_ _ _ _ _ It's all just a scheme, babe, a vacuum-y dream, babe,
that [F#m] sucks you into [D] feeling like this. _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless foam [A] from the mouth.
_ [D] _ [A] _ _
I can tell you are torn between staying and returning [F#m] on back [D] to the south.
_ _ You've [G] been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand.
_ _ [D] _
[A] _ _ Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you,
except the thoughts of yourself [D] feeling bad. _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one,
and no one is better than [A] you.
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _
If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win [A] and nothing [D] to lose.
_ _ _ [G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your [A] sorrow does stem. _
[D] _ [A] _ _ That hype you and type you, making you feel that [F#m] you must be [D] exactly like them.
[G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a meaningless [A] ring. _ _ _ _
_ Far deep in my heart I know there is no help [D] I can bring.
_ _ _ _ [G] Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you think [A] you should do.
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and be crying to [D]
you.
_ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ Ramona, come closer, shut softly your [A] watery eyes. _
_ _ The pangs of your sadness will [D] pass as your senses will writhe.
_ _ [G] For the flowers of the city, they'll breath like it, [A] death like it, time. _ _ _
[D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ And there's no use in trying to deal with the dying,
[F#m] though I cannot [A] explain that [D] in line. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss,
as to be by the touch of your [A] skin.
_ _ [D] _
[A] _ _ _ Your magnetic movement still captures the minutes [D] I'm in.
_ _ [G] It grieves my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that just [A] don't exist.
_ _ _ _ _ It's all just a scheme, babe, a vacuum-y dream, babe,
that [F#m] sucks you into [D] feeling like this. _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless foam [A] from the mouth.
_ [D] _ [A] _ _
I can tell you are torn between staying and returning [F#m] on back [D] to the south.
_ _ You've [G] been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand.
_ _ [D] _
[A] _ _ Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you,
except the thoughts of yourself [D] feeling bad. _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one,
and no one is better than [A] you.
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _
If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win [A] and nothing [D] to lose.
_ _ _ [G] From fixtures and forces and friends, your [A] sorrow does stem. _
[D] _ [A] _ _ That hype you and type you, making you feel that [F#m] you must be [D] exactly like them.
[G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a meaningless [A] ring. _ _ _ _
_ Far deep in my heart I know there is no help [D] I can bring.
_ _ _ _ [G] Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you think [A] you should do.
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and be crying to [D]
you.
_ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
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