Bob Dylan — Tom Eb
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[Tab - Padrão Guitarra]
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E|--------11---------------8--------|
B|------8----8-----------9----9-----|
G|----8--------8-------8--------8---|
D|--8--------------10---------------|
A|----------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------|
{eot}
[Eb] [Ab] [Eb] [Ab]
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
[Eb] [Ab] [Bb]
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
[Eb] [Ab] [Eb] [Ab]
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere
[Eb] [Ab] [Bb]
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb]
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] [Ab]
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
[Eb] [Ab] [Eb] [Ab]
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
[Eb] [Ab] [Bb] [Ab] [Eb]
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand
[Eb] [Ab] [Eb] [Ab]
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
[Eb] [Ab] [Bb]
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good
Cheer
[Eb] [Ab] [Eb] [Ab]
And the sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
[Eb] [Ab] [Bb]
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb]
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] [Ab]
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name
[Eb] [Ab] [Eb] [Ab]
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
[Eb] [Ab] [Bb] [Ab] [Eb]
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand
[Eb] [Ab] [Eb] [Ab]
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
[Eb] [Ab] [Bb]
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry
[Bb]
Light
[Eb] [Ab] [Eb] [Ab]
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
[Eb] [Ab] [Bb]
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb]
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
[Bb] [Eb] [A]
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me
[Ab] [Eb] [Ab] [Eb] [Ab]
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
[Eb] [Ab] [Bb] [Ab] [Eb]
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand