Bob Dylan - Changing Of The Guards Ukulele Chords

[Opening]
[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.

[section 2]
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.

[interlude]
[G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G]

[section 3]
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.

[section 4]
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.

[interlude]
[G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G]

[section 5]
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.

[section 6]
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.

[interlude]
[G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G]

[section 7]
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.

[section 8]
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.

[interlude]
[G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G]

[Closing]
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.

[outro]
[Em] [G] [D]