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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.

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


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


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


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


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

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