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Bob Dylan 1964 (Byrds version)
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[C] [Csus4] [C] [Csus4] [C] [Csus4] [C] [Csus4]
[C] Crimson [Am] flames tied [Em] through my ears
Rollin' [F] high and [G] mighty [C] traps
[C] Pounced with [Am] fire on [Em] flaming roads
Using [F] ideas as my [G] maps
"We'll [Am] meet on edges, [Em] soon," said I
[F] Proud 'neath heated [G] brow
Ah, but [C] I was so much [F] older [C] then
I'm [F] younger [G] than that [C] now [Csus4] [C][Csus4]
[C] Half-wracked [Am] prejudice [Em] leaped forth
"Rip [F] down all [G] hate," I [C] screamed
[C] Lies that [Am] life is [Em] black and white
[F] Spoke from my skull, I [G] dreamed
Ro-[Am]mantic flanks of [Em] musketeers
Foun-[F]dationed deep, some-[G]how
Ah, but [C] I was so much [F] older [C] then
I'm [F] younger [G] than that [C] now [Csus4] [C][Csus4]
In a [C] soldier's [Am] stance, I [Em] aimed my hand
At the [F] mongrel [G] dogs who [C] teach
Fearing [C] not that I'd be-[Am]come my [Em] enemy
In the [F] instant that I [G] preach
My [Am] pathway led by [Em] confusion boats
[F] Mutiny from stern to [G] bow
Ah, but [C] I was so much [F] older [C] then
I'm [F] younger [G] than that [C] now [Csus4] [C][Csus4]
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[C] [Am] [Em] [F] [G] [C]
[C] [Am] [Em] [F] [G]
[Am] [Em] [F] [G]
Ah, but [C] I was so much [F] older [C] then
I'm [F] younger [G] than that [C] now [Csus4] [C][Csus4]
[C] [Csus4] [C] [Csus4] [C] [Csus4] [C][Csus4]
Yes, [C] my guard stood [Am] hard when [Em] abstract threats
Too [F] noble [G] to ne-[C]glect
De-[C]ceived me [Am] into [Em] thinking
I had [F] something to pro-[G]tect
[Am] Good and bad, I de-[Em]fine these terms
Quite [F] clear, no doubt, some-[G]how
Ah, but [C] I was so much [F] older [C] then
I'm [F] younger [G] than that [C] now
[Csus4] [C][Csus4] [C]
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