Po' Boy Bob Dylan
Chords:
The E7-5 is the combined result of guitar and bass. A plain E7 is just
as good.
The G at the end of the bridge is, just like in Mississippi, more of a
G7sus4 (3x301x) or G11 (3x3211).
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[C]Man came to the door, I say, "[Bm7-5];For whom are[E7(-5)] you lookin' "
He says, "[Am]Your wife." I sa[D9]y, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin' "
[Fmaj7]Po' [F6]boy, [C]where you [Am/F#]been?
[F(maj7)]I already told you,[G6] won't tell [G]you a[C]gain.
I say, "How much you want for that?" I go into the store,
Man says, "Three dollars." "All right," I say, "Will you take four?"
Po' boy, never say die,
Things will be all right by and by.
Workin' like on the main line, working like a devil,
The game is the same, it's just up on another level.
Po' boy, dressed in black,
Police at your back. B(5)
[Em]Po' [B7]boy in a [Em]red hot [B7]town,
[Em] out be[B7]yond the twinklin'[Em] stars,
[E7]Ridin' first [Am]class trains, [E7]makin' the [Am]rounds,
[E7]Tryin' to keep from [Am]fallin' be[D9]tween the [G]cars
[G] . : . . . : . .
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Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me with a blanket,
By the way, what happened to that poisoned wine?"
She said, "I gave it to you, you drank it."
Po' boy, layin' him straight,
Pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate.
Time and love has branded me with its claws
Had to go to Florida dodgin' them Georgia laws.
Po' boy, in the hotel called The Palace of Gloom,
Call down to room service, says "Send up a room."
My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer,
My father was a travelin' salesman, I never met him.
When my mother died, my uncle took me and he ran a funeral parlor.
He did a lot of nice things for me and I won't forget him.
. : . .
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All I know is that I'm thrilled by your kiss,
I don't know any more than this.
Po' boy, pickin' up sticks,
Build you a house out of mortar and bricks.
Knockin' on the door, I said, "Who's it, where you from?"
Man said, "Freddie." I said, "Freddie who?"
He said, "Freddie or not, here I come!"
Po' boy, 'neath the stars that shine,
Washin' them dishes, feedin' them swine.
(Intro (slowly))
An alternate way of playing the end of the intro:
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Tabbed by Eyolf Ã?strem - dylanchords.info
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