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

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


Verse
D(A)(B) G(D)(B) D(A)(B) D(A)(B) G(D)(B) A(E)(C#)
Oh where have you been my blue-eyed son and where have you been my darling young one Refrain1
Oh what did you see my blue-eyed son and what did you see my darling young one Refrain2
Oh what did you hear my blue-eyed son and what did you hear my darling young one Refrain3
Oh what’ll you do now my blue-eyed son and what’ll you do now my darling young one Refrain4
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Refrain1 Refrain2
D/G(D)(B) D/A(E)(C#) D(A)(B) D/G(D)(B) D/A(E)(C#) D(A)(B)
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all a- round it
I've walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I've swam in the middle of a dozen dead oceans I saw a room full of men with their hammers a- bleedin’
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
Refrain2 I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
D(A)(B) A(E)(C#) D(A)(B) G(D)(B) D(A)(B) A(E)(C#) D(A)(B)
And it's a Hard it's a hard It's a hard It's a hard It's a Hard rain ... is gonna fall
Chorus Chorus .
D/G(D)(B) D/A(E)(C#) D(A)(B) D/G(D)(B) D/A(E)(C#) D(A)(B)
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’ I met a young child beside a dead pony
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I met a white man who walked a black dog
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’ I met a young woman whose body was burning
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’ I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’ I met one man who was wounded in love
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter I met another man who was wounded with hatred
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
Chorus Chorus .
D/G(D)(B) D/A(E)(C#) D(A)(B) D/G(D)(B) D/A(E)(C#) D(A)(B)
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’ And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
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