A Hard Rains A-Gonna Fall, Bob Dylan (Chords and Lyrics)

“Hard times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, and weak men create hard times.”G. , Michael Hopf,

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	D(A)(B)		G(D)(B)		D(A)(B)
Oh	where have you been	my	blue-eyed		son
	D(A)(B)		G(D)(B)		A(E)(C#)
and	where have you been	my	darling young		one
	D/G(D)(B)		D/A(E)(C#)		D(A)(B)
I've	stumbled on the side of		twelve misty		mountains
I've	walked and I’ve crawled on		six crooked		highways
I've	stepped in the middle of		seven sad		forests
I've	swam in the middle of a		dozen dead		oceans
I've	been ten thousand miles in the		mouth of a		graveyard
	D(A)(B)		A(E)(C#)		D(A)(B)		G(D)(B)
And it's a	Hard	it's a	hard	It's a	hard	It's a	hard
	D(A)(B)		A(E)(C#)		D(A)(B)
It's a	Hard rains			gonna	fall

I     saw a newborn baby with wild       wolves all a-     round it
I     saw a highway of diamonds with     nobody            on it
I     saw a black branch with            blood that kept   drippin’
I     saw a room full of men with their  hammers a-        bleedin’
I     saw a white ladder all             covered with      water
I     saw ten thousand talkers whose     tongues were all  broken
I     saw guns and sharp swords in the   hands of young    children

I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?

I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number

And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall