Artist: Bob Dylan
Capo I
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In the [D]time of my con[G]fession, in the [D]hour of my deepest [G]need
When the [D]pool of tears be[G]neath my feet [A]flood every newborn seed
There's a [D]dying voice with[G]in me [D]reaching out some[G]where
[D]Toiling in the [G]danger and in the [A]morals of despair.
Don't [A]have the inclination to look [D]back on any mis[A]take
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of e[D]vents that I must [A]break
In the [D]fury of the [G]moment I can [D]see the master's [G]hand
In [D]every leaf that [G]trembles, in [A]every [G]grain of [D]sand.
Oh, the [D]flowers of indul[G]gence and the [D]weeds of yester[G]year
Like [D]criminals, they have [G]choked the breath of [A]conscience and good cheer
The [D]sun beat down u[G]pon the steps of [D]time to light the [G]way
To [D]ease the pain of [G]idleness and the [A]memory of decay.
I [A]gaze into the doorway of [D]temptation's angry [A]flame
And every time I pass that way I [D]always hear my [A]name
Then [D]onward in my [G]journey I [D]come to under[G]stand
That [D]every hair is [G]numbered like [A]every [G]grain of [D]sand.
[BREAK]
I have [D]gone from rags to [G]riches in the [D]sorrow of the [G]night
In the [D]violence of a [G]summer's dream, in the [A]chill of a wintry light
In the [D]bitter dance of [G]loneliness [D]fading into [G]space
In the [D]broken mirror of [G]innocence on [A]each forgotten face.
I [A]hear the ancient footsteps like the [D]motion of the [A]sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other [D]times it's only [A]me
I am [D]hanging in the [G]balance of the [D]reality of [G]man
Like [D]every sparrow [G]falling, like [A]every [G]grain of [D]sand.
[BREAK]
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In the [D]time of my con[G]fession, in the [D]hour of my deepest [G]need
When the [D]pool of tears be[G]neath my feet [A]flood every newborn seed
There's a [D]dying voice with[G]in me [D]reaching out some[G]where
[D]Toiling in the [G]danger and in the [A]morals of despair.
Don't [A]have the inclination to look [D]back on any mis[A]take
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of e[D]vents that I must [A]break
In the [D]fury of the [G]moment I can [D]see the master's [G]hand
In [D]every leaf that [G]trembles, in [A]every [G]grain of [D]sand.
Oh, the [D]flowers of indul[G]gence and the [D]weeds of yester[G]year
Like [D]criminals, they have [G]choked the breath of [A]conscience and good cheer
The [D]sun beat down u[G]pon the steps of [D]time to light the [G]way
To [D]ease the pain of [G]idleness and the [A]memory of decay.
I [A]gaze into the doorway of [D]temptation's angry [A]flame
And every time I pass that way I [D]always hear my [A]name
Then [D]onward in my [G]journey I [D]come to under[G]stand
That [D]every hair is [G]numbered like [A]every [G]grain of [D]sand.
[BREAK]
I have [D]gone from rags to [G]riches in the [D]sorrow of the [G]night
In the [D]violence of a [G]summer's dream, in the [A]chill of a wintry light
In the [D]bitter dance of [G]loneliness [D]fading into [G]space
In the [D]broken mirror of [G]innocence on [A]each forgotten face.
I [A]hear the ancient footsteps like the [D]motion of the [A]sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other [D]times it's only [A]me
I am [D]hanging in the [G]balance of the [D]reality of [G]man
Like [D]every sparrow [G]falling, like [A]every [G]grain of [D]sand.
[BREAK]
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