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                          Bob Dylan
                  ANOTHER SIDE OF BOB DYLAN

Capo on 3rd fret

  C       Am       Em
Crimson flames tied through my ears
         F         G      C
Rollin' high and mighty traps...
  C           Am     Em
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
      F            G
Using i-deas as my maps...
        Am            Em
"We'll meet on edges, soon said," I,
 F                  G
Proud 'neath heated brow...
        C     Am       Em     F
Ah, but I was so much older then
     C      G           C
I'm young-er than that now.



  C       Am       Em
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth,
         F         G      C
"Rip down all hate," I screamed,
  C           Am     Em
Lies that life is black and white
      F            G
Spoke from my skull I dreamed.
        Am            Em
Romantic facts of musketeers
 F                  G
Foundationed deep, somehow,
        C     Am       Em     F
Ah, but I was so much older then,
     C      G           C
I'm younger than that now.



  C       Am       Em
Girl's faces formed the forward path
         F         G      C
From phony jealousy,
  C           Am     Em
To memorizing politics
     F            G
Of ancient history.
        Am            Em
Flung down by corpse evangelist
 F                  G
Unthought of, though, somehow,
        C     Am       Em     F
Ah, but I was so much older then,
     C      G           C
I'm younger than that now.



  C       Am       Em
A self-ordained professor's tongue
         F         G      C
Too serious to fool
  C           Am     Em
Spouted out that liberty
      F            G
Is just equality in school.
        Am            Em
"Equality," I spoke the word
 F                  G
As if a wedding vow
        C     Am       Em     F
Ah, but I was so much older then,
     C      G           C
I'm younger than that now.



     C         Am                Em
In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand
         F         G      C
At the mongrel dogs who teach
                 C     Am      Em
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
      F            G
In the instant that I preach.
        Am            Em
My pathway led by confusion boats
 F                  G
Mutiny from stern to bow
        C     Am       Em     F
Ah, but I was so much older then,
     C      G           C
I'm younger than that now.



  C       Am         Em
Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats
         F         G      C
Too noble to neglect
  C           Am     Em
Deceived me into thinking
      F            G
I had something to protect.
        Am            Em
Good and bad, I define these terms
 F                  G
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow,
        C     Am       Em     F
Ah, but I was so much older then,
     C      G           C
I'm younger than that now.

Thanks

Randy Robbins