Words and music by Bob Dylan
Capo 6th fret (original key Bb major).
The "Bbdim" is only a faint approximation to the wealth of notes
sounding at this point (and never twice the same, it seems). A chord like
x12300 or x12202 captures that fairly well, but there are really no "correct"
chords here!
The same goes for the other two chords - basically tonic, fifth and a lot
of blue notes.
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem
Em7
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
now I'm all used up and I kind of feel turned around ??
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
and my love for her is taking such a long time to die
Bbdim A7 Em7
God I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
Bbdim A7 Em7
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
A7 G Em7
I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
There's a wall of pride high and wide, can't see over to the other side It's such a sad thing to see such? beauty/human? decay, it's sadder still to feel your heart torn? away one look at you and I'm out of control like the universe has swallowed me whole I'm 20 miles out of town and Cold Irons bound
There's too many people, too many to recall I thought some of 'em were friends of mine I was wrong about 'em all Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood I found my own, I found my one in you but your love just hasn't proved true I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
...
Well the winds in Chicago have turned me to shreds reality has always had too many heads some things last longer than you think they will some kind of things you can never kill it's you and you only I'm thinking about but you can't see in, and it's hard looking out I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
Well the fat's in the fire, and the water's in the tank and the whiskey's in the jar, and the money's in the bank I tried to love and protect you because I cared I'm gonna remember forever the joy we've shared but looking at you and I'm on my bended knee you have no idea what you do to me I'm 20 miles out of town Cold Irons bound 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
To next song (To make you feel my love)
*) The title has been discussed on r.m.d. Votes have been cast for 1. slavery chains, 2. the Iron Range in Minnesota (I've been notified that there are no mountains in Minnesota . . . Thanks to Carla Tomino), 3. iron rails, in order of priority.