Songs "M"



Bob Dylan


[Am] Come you masters of war [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

You that build the big guns [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

You that build the death planes [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

You that build all the bombs [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

You that hide behind walls [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

 You that hide behind desks [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

I just [C] want you to [G] know

I can [F] see through your [Am] masks [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]


You that never done nothin' [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

But build to destroy [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

You play with my world [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Like it's your little toy [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

You put a gun in my hand [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Then you hide from my eyes [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Then you [C] turn and run [G] farther

When the [F] fast bullets [Am] fly [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]


Like Judas of old [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

You lie and deceive [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

A world war can be won [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

You want me to believe [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

But I see through your eyes [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

And I see through your brain [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Like I [C] see through the [G] water

That [F] runs down my [Am] drain [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]


You that fasten the triggers [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

For the others to fire [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Then you sit back and watch [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

While the death count gets higher [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

You hide in your mansions [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

While the young people's blood [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Flows [C] out of their [G] bodies

And gets [F] buried in the [Am] mud [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]


You've thrown the worst fear [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

That can ever be hurled [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Fear to bring children [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Into the world [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

For threatening my baby [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Unborn and unnamed [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

[C] You ain't worth the [G] blood

That [F] runs in your [Am] veins [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]


How much do I know [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

To talk out of turn [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

You might say that I'm young [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

You might say I'm unlearned [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

But there's one thing I know [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Though I'm younger than you [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Even [C] Jesus would [G] never

For-[F]-give what you [Am] do [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]


Let me ask you one question [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Is your money that good? [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Will it buy you forgiveness? [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Do you think that it could? [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

I think you will find [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

When your death takes its toll [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

All the [C] money you [G] made

Won't ever [F] buy back your [Am] soul [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]


And I hope that you die [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

And your death will come soon [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

I'll follow your casket [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Through the pale afternoon [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

And I'll watch while you're lowered [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Into your death bed [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]

Then I'll [C] stand over your [G] grave

Till I'm [F] sure that you're [Am] dead. [Am7][Am][Am7][Am]






I find that I'm taking a new interest in this song lately.
Undoubtedly Dylan's angriest song.

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