Аккорды Eric Bogle - Do You Know Any Dylan

[Verse 1]
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At the age of nineteen, I was young, I was keen,
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and I had just one burning ambition :
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to be a folksinger, a dope-smoking swinger,
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sing songs that were steeped in tradition.
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So I bought a guitar and I practiced real hard,
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I wasn't much good, but I was willin',
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till to my chagrin, my girlfriend came in,
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and she said: "Can you sing any Dylan?"

[Chorus]
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I said "No! No! A thousand times no!
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I'd rather see my lifeblood spillin'.
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I'd sing anything, even 'God Save The King',
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but I just won't sing any Bob Dylan."


[Verse 2]
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And with my guitar I traveled real far,
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trying to get recognition.
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I sang 'The Wild Rover' from Dundee to Dover,
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in pubs, clubs and in seaman's missions.
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I travelled the road for seven long years,
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my pace, it really was killin'.
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And everywhere I went from Guaya to Gwent,
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they would say: "Can you sing any Dylan?"

[Chorus]
         C         F
I said "No! No! A thousand times no!
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I'd rather see my lifeblood spillin'.
     C                    F
I'd sing anything, even 'God Save The King',
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but I just won't sing any Bob Dylan."

[Verse 3]
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Well, I struggled on, but the magic was gone,
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I only had a deep sense of failure.
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I thought then I'd go to where all failures go,
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so I boarded a ship for Australia.
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When I landed at Sydney the sun it shone down,
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'twas a view that was lovely and thrillin',
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till spotting my case with a smile on his face,
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custom said: "Can you sing any Dylan, mate?"

[Chorus]
         C         F
I said "No! No! A thousand times no!
      C                       G
I'd rather see my lifeblood spillin'.
     C                    F
I'd sing anything, even 'God Save The King',
       C              G        C
but I just won't sing any Bob Dylan."

[Verse 4]
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And ever since then, again and again,
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I've been asked the same bloody question,
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and I usually reply in me own quiet way,
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with a totally indecent suggestion.
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But the last time came on at the local motel,
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when I had a young girl who was willin'.
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As she slipped off her dress she said, "I'll say yes,
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if only you sing some Bob Dylan." (Big boy. Big big big boy)

[Chorus]
         C         F
I said "No! No! A thousand times no!
      C                       G
I'd rather see my lifeblood spillin'.
     C                    F
I'd sing anything, even 'God Save The King',
       C              G        C
but I just won't sing any Bob Dylan."

[Verse 5]
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But I tell you, my friends, that was the end,
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of all my traditional aspirations,
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if bein' a folkie was gonna cut off my nookie,
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there was one way to end my frustration.
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The next night I sang at my local folk club,
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where the audience as usual was millin',
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till I took off my coat and I ruptured my throat,
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and I sang just like Bob Dylan:


(sing first verse of ‘The times they are a-changin'

in a very distorted and nasal way)


[Verse 6]
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Well the audience went wild, mans, womans and childs,
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and they clapped till their raw hands were bleedin',
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and said so to speak that my style was unique,
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and just what this great folk scene was needin'.
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So all you young folkies who bash out the cart,
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if you want to attain the top billin',
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just murder good prose and sing through your nose,
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and then you'll sing just like Bob Dylan.