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Early Roman Kings

Bob Dylan
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
EADGBe
 === 355433
 === 333433
 === 81010988
 === 888988
 Method: Upstroke-Downstroke-Upstroke/Downstroke.
 
 
Ah  the  early Roman kings, in their shark skin suits.
Bow  ties  and buttons, high-top boots.
Drivin'  the spikes in, blazin' the rails.
Nailed  in their coffins, in top hats and tails.
Fly  away  over, fly away, flap your wings.
Fly  by  night, like the early Roman kings.
 
 
Ah  the  early Roman kings, were never really born.
Comin'  down the mountain, distributing the corn.
Speedin'  through the forest, ah racin' down the track.
Ya  trying'  to get away, they drag you back.
Tomorrow  is Friday, we'll see what it brings.
Everybody's  talkin' about the early Roman kings.
 
 
The  peddlers  and the meddlers, they buy and they sell.
They  destroyed  your city, they'll destroy you as well.
They're  lecherous and treacherous, a-hell-bent for leather.
Each  of  'em bigger, than all men put together.
Sluggers  and muggers, wearin' fancy gold rings.
All  the  women goin' crazy, for the early Roman kings.
 
 
I could  dress up you wounds, with a blood-clotted rag.
I ain't  afraid to make love, to a bitch of a hag.
If  you  see me comin' and you're standin' there,
Wave  your  handkerchief in the air.
I ain't  dead yet, my bell still still rings.
I keep  my fingers crossed like the early Roman kings.
 
 
I could  strip you of life, strip you of bread.
Ship  you  down, to the house of death.
One  day,  you will ask for me.
They'll  be no-one else, that you'll wanna see.
Bring down  fiddle, tune up my strings.
I'm  gonna  brake it wide open, like the early Roman kings.
 
 
I was up  on Black Mountain, the day Detroit fell.
They  killed  them all off and they sent them to Hell.
Ding-dong-daddy,  you're comin' up short.
They'll  put you on trial, in a Sicilian Court.
I have  had my fun, I've had my flings.
Goin' shake  'em on down, like the early Roman kings.
 
 
 

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Readable chord sheet for Early Roman Kings by Bob Dylan

EADGBe
[G]   === 355433
[G11] === 333433
[C]   === 81010988
[C11] === 888988

Method: Upstroke-Downstroke-Upstroke/Downstroke.

  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]
  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]

[G]Ah[G11] the[G] early Roman kings, in their shark skin suits.
[G]Bo[G11]w ti[G]es and buttons, high-top boots.[C]  [C11]      [C]
[C]Dr[C11]ivin[C]' the spikes in, blazin' the rails[G]. [G11]     [G]
[G]Na[G11]iled[G] in their coffins, in top hats and tails.[C]  [C11]      [C]
[C]Fl[C11]y aw[C]ay over, fly away, flap your wings[G]. [G11]     [G]
[G]Fl[G11]y by[G] night, like the early Roman kings.

  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]
  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]

[G]Ah[G11] the[G] early Roman kings, were never really born.
[G]Co[G11]min'[G] down the mountain, distributing the corn.[C]  [C11]      [C]
[C]Sp[C11]eedi[C]n' through the forest, ah racin' down the track.[G]  [G11]      [G]
[G]Ya[G11] try[G]ing' to get away, they drag you back.[C]  [C11]      [C]
[C]To[C11]morr[C]ow is Friday, we'll see what it brings.[G]  [G11]      [G]
[G]Ev[G11]eryb[G]ody's talkin' about the early Roman kings.

  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]
  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]

[G]Th[G11]e pe[G]ddlers and the meddlers, they buy and they sell.
[G]Th[G11]ey d[G]estroyed your city, they'll destroy you as well.[C]  [C11]      [C]
[C]Th[C11]ey'r[C]e lecherous and treacherous, a-hell-bent for leather.[G]  [G11]      [G]
[G]Ea[G11]ch o[G]f 'em bigger, than all men put together.[C]  [C11]      [C]
[C]Sl[C11]ugge[C]rs and muggers, wearin' fancy gold rings.[G]  [G11]      [G]
[G]Al[G11]l th[G]e women goin' crazy, for the early Roman kings.

  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]
  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]

[G]I [G11]coul[G]d dress up you wounds, with a blood-clotted rag.
[G]I [G11]ain'[G]t afraid to make love, to a bitch of a hag[C]. [C11]     [C]
[C]If[C11] you[C] see me comin' and you're standin' there,[G]  [G11]      [G]
[G]Wa[G11]ve y[G]our handkerchief in the air.[C]  [C11]      [C]
[C]I [C11]ain'[C]t dead yet, my bell still still rings.[G]  [G11]      [G]
[G]I [G11]keep[G] my fingers crossed like the early Roman kings.

  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]
  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]

[C]I [C11]coul[C]d strip you of life, strip you of bread.
[G]Sh[G11]ip y[G]ou down, to the house of death.[C]  [C11]      [C]
[C]On[C11]e da[C]y, you will ask for me.[G]  [G11]      [G]
[G]Th[G11]ey'l[G]l be no-one else, that you'll wanna see.[C]  [C11]      [C]
[C]Br[C11]ing [C]down fiddle, tune up my strings.[G]  [G11]      [G]
[G]I'[G11]m go[G]nna brake it wide open, like the early Roman kings.

  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]
  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]

[C]I [C11]was [C]up on Black Mountain, the day Detroit fell.
[G]Th[G11]ey k[G]illed them all off and they sent them to Hell.[C]  [C11]      [C]
[C]Di[C11]ng-d[C]ong-daddy, you're comin' up short.[G]  [G11]      [G]
[G]Th[G11]ey'l[G]l put you on trial, in a Sicilian Court[C]. [C11]     [C]
[C]I [C11]have[C] had my fun, I've had my flings.[G]  [G11]      [G]
[G]Go[G11]in' [G]shake 'em on down, like the early Roman kings.

  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]
  [G] [G11] [G]   [G] [G11] [G]

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