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Bob Dylan — I Shall Be Free Chords

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From 'The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan' 1963.

Intro: G, G, G, G , C ,G, C, C, G X2

Well, I took me a woman late last night,

I's three—fourths drunk, she looked uptight.

She took off her wheel, took off her bell,

Took off her wig, said, "How do I smell?"

I hot—footed it . . . bare—naked . . .

Out the window!

Well, sometimes I might get drunk,

Walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk.

Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride

'Cause I got my little lady right by my side.

(Right there

Proud as can be)

I's out there paintin' on the old woodshed

When a can a black paint it fell on my head.

I went down to scrub and rub

But I had to sit in back of the tub.

(Cost a quarter

And I had to get out quick . . .

Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna)

Well, my telephone rang it would not stop,

It's President Kennedy callin' me up.

He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?"

I said, "My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot,

Anita Ekberg, 

Sophia Loren."

(Put 'em all in the same room with Ernest Borgnine!)


Well, I got a woman sleeps on a cot,

She yells and hollers and squeals a lot.

Licks my face and tickles my ear,

Bends me over and buys me beer.

(She's a honeymooner

A June crooner

A spoon feeder

And a natural leader)


Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' so heavy,

I got a woman who works on the levee.

Pumping that water up to her neck,

Every week she sends me a monthly check.

(She's a humdinger

Folk singer

Dead ringer

For a thing—a—muh jigger)


Late one day in the middle of the week,

Eyes were closed I was half asleep.

I chased me a woman up the hill,

Right in the middle of an air raid drill.

It was Little Bo Peep!

(I jumped a fallout shelter

I jumped a bean stalk

I jumped a ferris wheel)

Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote,

He's a—runnin' for office on the ballot note.

He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple,

Tellin' me he loves all kinds—a people.

(He's eatin' bagels

He's eatin' pizza

He's eatin' chitlins

He's eatin' bullshit!)

Oh, set me down on a television floor,

I'll flip the channel to number four.

Out of the shower comes a grown—up man

With a bottle of hair oil in his hand.

(It's that greasy kid stuff.

What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is

What do you do about Willy Mays and Yul Brynner,

Charles de Gaulle

And Robert Louis Stevenson?)

Well, the funniest woman I ever seen

Was the great—granddaughter of Mr. Clean.

She takes about fifteen baths a day,

Wants me to grow a cigar on my face.

(She's a little bit heavy!)

Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla time,

It levels my head and eases my mind.

I just walk along and stroll and sing,

I see better days and I do better things.

(I catch dinosaurs

I make love to Elizabeth Taylor . . .

Catch hell from Richard Burton!)

 Finish off with intro. Sorry, If I'm wrong. Very long song. Report If I am. Overall, enjoy!