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Bob Dylan - Po` Boy Bob Dylan - Po` Boy |
Transpozícia: [+1 +2 -1 -2] *** Autor textu: Bob Dylan *** Autor hudby: Bob Dylan |
Fmaj7 133210 or x-8-10-10-10-12
F6 13x231 or x-8-10-10-10-10
Am/f# 202210 or xx4555 (=F#m7-5)
Bm7-5 x2323x
E7-5 010100 or, more correctly, 010130
D9 x54555 or x54530 (in the bridge)
B5 x2440x
G6 320000
G 320003 or 320033
The E7-5 is the combined result of guitar and bass. A plain E7 is just as good.
The G at the end of the bridge is, just like in Mississippi, more of a G7sus4 (3x301x) or G11 (3x3211).
Fmaj7 F6 C Am/f# Fmaj7 G6 G C
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|-12----10--------|-----------------|--------/3-1---0-|-----------------
|-10----10--------|-1-----1---------|/5-5-5-5/5-3---1-|-----------------
|-10----10--------|-0-----2---------|--------(0-0---0)|-----------------
|-10----10--------|-2-----2---------|/5-5-5-5---------|-----------------
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CMan came to the door, I say, "For Bm7-5whom are you E7(-5)lookin' "
He says, "Your Amwife." I say, "She's D9busy in the kitchen cookin' "
Fmaj7Po' F6boy, Cwhere you Am/f#been?
F(maj7)I already told you, G6won't tell Gyou aCgain.
I say, "How much you want for that?" I go into the store,
Man says, "Three dollars." "All right," I say, "Will you take four?"
Po' boy, never say die,
Things will be all right by and by.
Workin' like on the main line, working like a devil,
The game is the same, it's just up on another level.
Po' boy, dressed in black,
Police at your back. B(5)
EmPo' B7boy in a Emred hot B7town,
Em out beB7yond the twinklin' Emstars,
E7Ridin' first Amclass trains, E7makin' the Amrounds,
E7Tryin' to keep from Amfallin' beD9tween the Gcars
G
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-5-6---5-|-8---8-----6------- --1-3---1-|-5---5-----3-------
-5-7---5-|-9---9-----7------- or ----------|-------------------
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Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket,
By the way, what happened to that poisoned wine?"
She said, "I gave it to you, you drank it."
Po' boy, layin' him straight,
Pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate.
Time and love has branded me with its claws
Had to go to Florida dodgin' them Georgia laws.
Po' boy, in the hotel called The Palace of Gloom,
Call down to room service, says "Send up a room."
My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer,
My father was a travelin' salesman, I never met him.
When my mother died, my uncle took me and he ran a funeral parlor.
He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him.
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--2-3---2-|-5---------3-3-----
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All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss,
I don't know any more than this.
Po' boy, pickin' up sticks,
Build you a house out of mortar and bricks.
Knockin' on the door, I said, "Who's it, where you from?"
Man said, "Freddie." I said, "Freddie who?"
He said, "Freddie or not, here I come!"
Po' boy, 'neath the stars that shine,
Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine.
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