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The times they are a-changing

Song Author Bob Dylan Lyrics by: Bob Dylan Performer: Bob Dylan Submitted by: MagS
Come [G]gather 'round [Em]people wher[C]ever you [G]roam
And admit that the [Am]waters ar[C]ound you have [D]grown,
And acc[G]ept it that [Em]soon you'll be dr[C]enched to the b[G]one,
If your [G]time to [Am]you is worth s[D]aving.
Then you'd better start s[D7]wimming or you'll [Gmaj7]sink like a s[D]tone,
for the t[G]imes they are a-[C]cha  [D]ngi  [G]ng!  

Come [G]writers and [Em]critics who pro[C]phesize with your [G]pen,
And keep your eyes [Am]wide, the chance [C]won't come [D]again.
And [G]don't speak too [Em]soon, for the [C]wheel's still in [D]spin,
And there's no telling [Am]who that it's [D]naming.
For the loser [D7]now will be [Gmaj7]later to [D]win,
for the t[G]imes they are a-[C]cha  [D]ngi  [G]ng!  

Come [G]senators, [Em]congressmen, [C]please heed the [G]call,
Don't stand in the [Am]doorway, don't [C]block up the [D]hall.
For [G]he that gets [Em]hurt will be [C]he who has [G]stalled,
There's a [Am]battle outside and it's [D]raging.
It'll [D7]soon shake your windows and [Gmaj7]rattle your [D]walls,
for the t[G]imes they are a-[C]cha  [D]ngi  [G]ng!  

Come [G]mothers and [Em]fathers, [C]throughout the [G]land,
And don't [Am]criticize what you [C]can't under[D]stand.
Your [G]sons and your [Em]daughters are bey[C]ond your com[D]mand,
Your old [Am]road is rapidly [D]aging.
Please [D7]get out of the new one if you [Gmaj7]can't lend your [D]hand,
for the t[G]imes they are a-[C]cha  [D]ngi  [G]ng!  

The [G]line it is [Em]drawn, the [C]curse it is [G]cast,
The slow one [Am]now will [C]later be [D]fast.
As the [G]present [Em]now will [C]later be [D]past,
The [Am]order is rapidly [D]fading.
And the [D7]first one now will [Gmaj7]later be [D]last,
for the t[G]imes they are a-[C]cha  [D]ngi  [G]ng!  

Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown,
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone,
If your time to you is worth saving.
Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone,
for the times they are a-changing!

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen,
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again.
And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin,
And there's no telling who that it's naming.
For the loser now will be later to win,
for the times they are a-changing!

Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call,
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall.
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled,
There's a battle outside and it's raging.
It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls,
for the times they are a-changing!

Come mothers and fathers, throughout the land,
And don't criticize what you can't understand.
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command,
Your old road is rapidly aging.
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand,
for the times they are a-changing!

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast,
The slow one now will later be fast.
As the present now will later be past,
The order is rapidly fading.
And the first one now will later be last,
for the times they are a-changing!

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  • Em
  • C
  • Am
  • D
  • D7
  • Gmaj7

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