Hucks Tune

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          Huck's Tune – Bob Dylan
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Written by: Bob Dylan
From: “Lucky You – Soundtrack” 
(2007)
Now on: "The Bootleg Series Vol. 08:
 Tell Tale Signs.
         Rare and Unreleased 
1989-2006" [Disc 1]

Tabbed by: maguri
Tuning: Standard

Capo: 1st fret
Play: C
Key: Eb
time signature: 6/8

CHORDS
F/C    x-3-3-2-1-x
G5     3-x-0-0-3-x
C/E    x-x-2-0-1-x
C/D    x-x-0-0-1-x
F6     x-x-3-2-3-x

[Intro] / [Chorus]
  C                        G      
  1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 +  1 + 2 +
     F
 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 +
E|------------0-----------|------
B|1-----------------------| 3----
G|0-----0-----------0-----| 0 ---
D|2-------2-----------2---|------
A|3-----------3-----------| 2----
E|------------------------|------

E|0-----------------|  
B|---3---1-----------| 
G|-------2-----------| 
D|------3-----------|  
A|-------3-----------| 
E|------------------|  

  C           F            C
  1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 +  1 + 2 + 3
 + 4 + 5 + 6 +
E|------------------------|-------
B|------------------1-----|-------
G|0-----------0h2---------|-------
D|2-------2---3-------3---| 2-----
A|3-----------3-----------| 3-----
E|------------------------|-------

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[Intro]
| C | G F | C G7sus4 | C |


[Verse 1]
       C                       
Well I wandered alone through a 
 G5        F
desert of stone
      C            F/C  G C
And I dreamt of my future wife
   C                          F/C 
My sword's in my hand and I'm next
       C
 in command
        C          C/E C/D C     
In this version of death   called
 F/A [Am?]
 life
Continúa después del anuncio
   C                    F/C 
My plate and my cup are right 
           C
straight up
         C            /E   /D /C 
I took a rose from the hand of a 
F/A
child
       C                   G     
When I kiss your lips, the honey 
F
drips
              C               F/C 
But I'm gonna have to put you down
       C
 for a while

| C | % |


[Verse 2]
      C              G5      F
Every day we meet on any old street
    C              F/C     C
And you're in your girlish prime
    C                      F/C    
The short and the tall are coming 
       C
to the ball
  C        /E /D /C F/A [Am?]
I go there all the time
  C                        F/C    
Behind every tree, there's 
      C
something to see
    C                     F/A
The river is wider than a mile
       C                   G     F
I tried you twice, you can't be nice
          C               F/C     
I'm gonna have to put you down for
   C
 a while

| C | % |


[Verse 3]
      C                 G5        
Here come the nurse with money in 
   F
her purse
C             F/C        C
Here come the ladies and men
   C                          
You push it all in and you've no 
F/C          C
chance to win
    C           /E  /D  /C  F/A 
You play 'em on down to the end
[Am?]

    C                            
I'm laying in the sand getting a 
F/C      C
sunshine tan
        C              F/A
Moving along riding in style
        C                G        
From my toes to my head, you knock
    F
 me dead
              C               F/C 
I'm gonna have to put you down for
       C
 a while

| C | % |


[Verse 4]
C                       G5      
I count the years and I shed no 
F
tears
    C               F/C        C
I'm blinded to what might have been
C                       F/C
Nature's voice makes my heart 
     C
rejoice
        C                    F/A 
Play me the wild song of the wind
[Am?]

        C                    F/C
I found hopeless love in the room 
   C
above
         C                        
When the sun and the weather were 
F/A
mild
          C                    
You're as fine as wine, I ain't 
 G              F
handing you no line
              C               F/C 
But I'm gonna have to put you down
       C
 for a while

| C | G F | C F/C | C |


[Verse 5] + coda
        C                      G5 
All the merry little elves can go 
         F
hang themselves
   C           F/C         C
My faith is as cold as can be
            C                      
I'm stacked high to the roof and 
  F/C         C
I'm not without proof
   C                          F/A 
If you don't believe me, come see
[Am?]

    C                 F/C      C
You think I'm blue, I think so too
      C                     F/A
In my words, you'll find no guile
    C                      G      
The game's gotten old, the deck's 
      F
gone cold
              C               F/C 
And I'm gonna have to put you down
       C
 for a while
    C                      G      
The game's gotten old, the deck's 
      F
gone cold
          C               F6      
I'm gonna have to put you down for
   C
 a while