Eyolf Østrem

G

G              D                 G
Nothing 'round here to me that's sacred
      Em        C
'Cept you, yeah you
        G             D               G
there's nothing round here to me that matters
      Em        C
'Cept you, yeah you

C
You're the one that reaches me
           G
You're the one that I admire
C
Every time we meet together
  G
I feel like I'm on fire
C
Nothing matters to me
            G           Em
And there's nothing I desire
      C         Am
'Cept you, yeah you

Intro:

      D                          /c#
I was listening to the voices of death on parade
/c                                G
Singin' about conspiracy, wanting me to be afraid
Gm6                             D
Working for a system I couldn't understand or trust
Asus4                                     A
Suffering ridicule and wanting to give it all up in disgust.

    D  G           D
But you changed my life
D          G            A
Came along in a time of strife
   G                   D
In hunger and need you made my heart bleed
D   A          D

Biograph version

         C/e     F    C/g  F/a  C/g
You will search, babe,
 F C/e G/d F/a
At a - ny  cost.
        C/e         F  C/g  F/a
But how long, babe,
C/g     F      C/e G/d    C   F/a
Can you search for what's not lost?
C/e F C/g  F/a  C/g    F  C/e
Ev'ry-body will help you,
     F          C/g  F/c
Some people are very kind.
       C F C/e  Dm     C    F/a C/g G/d C    F/a
But if I           can save you a - ny  time,
C     /b F/a     C/g F
Come on, give it to  me,
C/e  Dm      F11  C
I'll keep it with mine.

G

I can't help it

Halloween version (NY Philharmonic Hall, 31 Oct 1964)

G'/d    xx0430
D7/f#   200212

[Finds his guitar to be terribly out of tune, stops the intro and says:
"Don't let that scare you! [strums] It's just Halloween! [giggle]
I have my Bob Dylan mask on.
I'm masquerading! [laughs]" ]

G             C/g
Listen to me, baby,
        G                  C/g

Basement Tapes version

[...]

But he's young and he's daily growin'

G                      D           G           C   G   C/g G
Daughter, dearest daughter, I have done you no wrong
                    Em           G             D
I've wed you to non other than a wealthy man's son
    G            C      G         Em           C   G  C/g G
And he will be a man to you when I am dead and gone

Official version

G
Clouds so swift
Am
Rain won't lift
C
Gate won't close
G
Railings froze
G                 Am
Get your mind off wintertime
C                 G
You ain't goin' nowhere

G        Am
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
  C
Tomorrow's the day
   G
My bride's gonna come
G           Am
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
C                G
Down in the easy chair!

I don't care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain't goin' nowhere

Every time I go to town
the boys keep kicking my dog around
Don't know why I'm going to town
I don't know why they kick my dog around

let me hear you now:

(dog, dog, dog
 dog, dog, dog
 dog, dog, dog
 why, why, why
 why, why, why
 why, why, why
 why, why, why)

 Every time I go to town
 the  boys keep kicking my dog around
 I don't know why I'm going to town
 I don't know why they kick my dog around

 (dog, dog, dog) yes, yes, yes
 (why, why, why) oh-ho

Album version

A

          A                              G6            G
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
    A                                               G6       G
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
       A                                  G6        G
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.

A                 G6                G
 Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
A                 G6                G
 Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

C               G             F                C
Some day you'll find that the world's left you out
   F             C                     G
No true love, no nothing just roaming about
C           G             F              C
Parties and people, and a cold heart within
    F                C               G             C
And each time you're dancing, you're waltzing with sin

       G                  C
You're Satan made over in perfect disguise
  D7                      G
Unfaithful, unworthy, and oh so unwise