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13 <title>Cold Irons Bound
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19 <h1 class=
"songtitle">Cold Irons Bound
</h1>
22 <p>Words and music by Bob Dylan
<br />
23 Released on
<a class=
"recordlink" href=
"index.htm">Time out of Mind
</a> (
1997)
<br />
24 Tabbed by Eyolf
Østrem
</p>
28 <h2 class=
"songversion"><em>Time out of Mind
</em> version
</h2>
30 <p>Capo
6th fret (original key Bb major).
<br />
31 The
“Bbdim
” is only a faint approximation to the wealth of notes
32 sounding at this point (and never twice the same, it seems). A chord
33 like x12300 or x12202 captures that fairly well, but there are really
34 no
“correct
” chords here!
<br />
35 The same goes for the other two chords
– basically tonic, fifth and a
36 lot of blue notes.
</p>
42 I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
44 now I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
46 I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
48 and my love for her is taking such a long time to die
50 Lord I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
52 It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
54 I'm
20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
56 The walls of pride is high and wide,
57 can't see over to the other side
58 It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay,
59 it's sadder still to feel your heart torn away
60 one look at you and I'm out of control
61 like the universe has swallowed me whole
62 I'm
20 miles out of town and Cold Irons bound
64 There's too many people, too many to recall
65 I thought some of 'em were friends of mine
66 I was wrong about 'em all
67 Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud
68 Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
69 I found my world, I found my world in you
70 but your love just hasn't proved true
71 I'm
20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
72 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
76 Well the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds
77 reality has always had too many heads
78 some things last longer than you think they will
79 there are some kind of things you can never kill
80 it's you and you only I'm thinking about
81 but you can't see in, and it's hard looking out
82 I'm
20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
84 Well the fat's in the fire, and the water's in the tank
85 and the whiskey's in the jar, and the money's in the bank
86 I tried to love and protect you because I cared
87 I'm gonna remember forever the joy we've shared
88 but looking at you and I'm on my bended knee
89 you have no idea what you do to me
90 I'm
20 miles out of town Cold Irons bound
91 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
96 <h2 class=
"songversion">Live versions (
2000-)
</h2>
98 <p>Kenneth Mirandola has noted that in live versions (fall
2001)
“both
99 Campbell and Larry played with capoes. Larry was capoed at the first
100 fret and Sexton at the third.
” These are the chords according to
101 those two capo positions.
<br />
102 I've tabbed out some suggestions for licks for the version with A
103 major chords. The changes between A and A7 (G and G7 in the second
104 version) are not played as regularly as in the tab.
<br />
105 The Ebdim descent could also be seen (and played) as a descent
106 eb-d-c-b over a sustained D7 or D9 (xx0210) chord.
</p>
108 <p>Guitar capoed on
1st fret:
</p>
114 Ebdim xx1212 (or xx1210)
120 I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
122 now I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
124 I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
126 and my love for her is taking such a long time to die
128 Lord I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
130 It's almost like I don't even exist
132 I'm
20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
137 : . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . x8
138 ||---------
5------------|---------------|-----------
5-------------|------------------||
139 ||*--------
5------------|---------------|-----------
5-------------|-----------------*||
140 ||---------
6------------|---------------|-----------
6-------------|------------------||
141 ||---------
7------------|---------------|-----------
5-------------|------------------||
142 ||*---------------------|---------------|-------------------------|-----------------*||
143 ||----------------------|---------------|-------------------------|------------------||
147 : . : . . . : . . . : . . .
148 |-------------||--------------------------|-------------------------|-----------------|
149 |-------------||*-
1---
1-
1---
1-
1---
1-
1---
1-|-etc---------------------|-----------------|
150 |-------------||--
2---
2-
2---
2-
2---
2-
2---
2-|-------------------------|-----------------|
151 |-------------||--
1---
1-
1---
1-
0---
0-
0---
0-|-------------------------|-----------------|
152 |-------------||*-------------------------|-
3---
3-
3---
3-
2---
2-
2---
2-|-
0---------------|
153 |-------------||--------------------------|-------------------------|-----------------|
157 : . . . : . . . : . . .
158 |-------------------------||-------------------------|--------------------------|
159 |------------------------*||*------------------------|--------------------------|
160 |-------------------------||-----------------
2-------|-----------------
2--------|
161 |-------------------------||-----------
5-----------
5-|-----------
5------------
5-|
162 |------------------------*||*------------------------|--------------------------|
163 |-------------------------||-------------------------|--------------------------|
168 |-------------------------||
169 |------------------------*||
170 |-------------------------||
171 |-------------------------||
172 |------------------------*||
173 |-------------------------||
178 <p>Guitar capoed on
3rd fret:
</p>
182 I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
184 now I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
186 I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
188 and my love for her is taking such a long time to die
190 Lord I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
192 It's almost like I don't even exist
194 I'm
20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound