Bob Dylan - Changing Of The Guards Ukulele Chords
[G]Sixteen [Em]years, [G]Sixteen banners [D]united over [Em]the fields While the [C]good [D]shepherd grieves Desperate [Em]men, [G]desperate women [D]divided, Spreading their [Em]wings ‘neath the [C] [D]falling [G]leaves.
Fortune [Em]calls. I steppe[G]d forth from the [D]shadows, to the [Em]marketplace, Merchants and [C]thieves, hungry [D]for power, my last deal [Em]gone down. She’s smelling[G]sweet like the[D]meadows where she [Em]was born, On midsummer’s [C] [D]eve, near [G]the tower.
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The cold-blooded [Em]moon. The captain [G]waits above the [D]celebration Sending his [Em]thoughts to a [C] [D]beloved maid Whose ebony [Em]face is [G]beyond [D]communication. The captain is [Em]down but Still believing that his [C]love [D]will be [G]repaid.
They shaved her [Em]head. She was torn between [G]Jupiter and [D]Apollo. A messenger [Em]arrived with a [C]black [D]nightingale. I seen her on the [Em]stairs and [G]I couldn’t help [D]but follow, Follow her [Em]down past the fountain where they [C] [D]lifted [G]her veil.
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I stumbled to my [Em]feet. I rode past [G]destruction in [D]the ditches With the [Em]stitches still mending ‘neath a [C]heart-shaped [D]tattoo. Renegade [Em]priests and [G]treacherous young [D]witches Were [Em]handing out the flowers that I’d[C]gi[D]ven t[G]o you.
The palace of [Em]mirrors Where dog [G]soldiers are [D]reflected, The endless [Em]road and the [C]wailing [D]of chimes, The empty [Em]rooms where her [G]memory is [D]protected, Where the [Em]angels’ voices Whisper to the [C]souls [D]of previous [G]times.
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She wakes him [Em]up Forty-eight hours [G]later, the sun [D]is breaking Near broken [Em]chains, mountain [C]laurel and [D]rolling rocks. She’s begging to [Em]know what [G]measures he now will [D]be taking He’s pulling her [Em]down and she’s Clutching on to hi[C]s long[D]golden[G]locks.
Gentlemen, he [Em]said, I don’t [G]need your [D]organization, I’ve shined [Em]your shoes, I’ve moved your [C]mountains and marked [D]your cards But Eden is [Em]burning, either get [G]brave for [D]elimination Or else your [Em]hearts must have the Courage for the [C]changing[D]of the[G]guards.
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Peace will [Em]come With tran[G]quility and[D]splendor on the wheels o[Em]f fire But will [C]offer no [D]reward when her false [Em]idols fall And [G]cruel death [D]surrenders with [Em]its pale ghost retreating Between the [C]King and [D]the Queen of [G]Swords.
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