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THE
TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGIN' VERSION
G
Bm
Oh the time will come up,
C
G
When the winds will stop,
Em
C
G
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'.
G
Bm
Like the stillness in the wind,
C
G
'Fore the hurricane begins,
G
D
G
The hour when that ship comes in.
Bm
Oh the seas will split,
Am7 G
And the ship will hit,
Bm
Am7
G
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking.
G Bm
Then the tide will sound,
Am7 G
And the waves will pound,
G
D G
And the morning will be a-breaking.
G
Bm
The fishes will laugh,
C
G
As they swim out of the path,
Em
C
G
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
G
Bm
And the rocks on the sand,
C G
Will proudly stand,
G
D
G
The hour that the ship comes in.
Bm
And the words that are used,
Am7 G
For to get the ship confused,
Em
C
G
Will not be understood as they're spoken.
For the chains of the sea,
Will have busted in the night,
G
C
D G
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.
A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline.
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck,
The hour that the ship comes in.
Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'.
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'.
(Harmonica solo)
Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'.
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real,
The hour when that ship comes in.
Then they'll raise their hands,
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands,
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered.
And like Pharaoh's tribe,
They'll be drownded in the tide,
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.
THE BOOTLEG
SERIES VOL. 1-3 VERSION
G
Bm
Oh the time will come up,
C
G
When the winds will stop,
G
Bm
G
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'.
G
Bm
Like the stillness in the wind,
Em C G
'Fore the hurricane begins,
G
D
C G
The hour when that ship comes in.
Bm
Then the seas will split,
C G
And the ships will hit,
Bm
G
And the shoreline's sands will be shaking.
G Bm
Then the tide will sound,
C
G
And the waves will pound,
G
D G
And the morning will be breaking.
Oh the fishes will laugh,
As they swim out of the path,
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
And the rocks on the sand,
Will proudly stand,
The hour that the ship comes in.
And the words that are used,
For to get the ship confused,
Will not be understood as they're spoken.
For the chains of the sea,
Will have busted in the night,
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.
A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline.
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck,
The hour that the ship comes in.
Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'.
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'.
Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'.
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real,
The hour that ship comes in.
Then they'll raise their hands,
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands,
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered.
And like Pharaoh's tribe,
They'll be drownded in the tide,
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.
Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
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