The Times They are a-Changiní --- Bob Dylan

 

Come [G]gather Ďround [Em]people wher-[C]ever you [G]roam,
And ad-[G]mit that the [Am]waters a-[C]round you have [D]grown.
And ac-[G]cept it that [Em]soon youíll be [C]drenched to the [G]bone.
If your [G]time to [Am]you is worth [D]saviní
Then youíd [D]better start [D7]swimminí  or youíll [G7]sink like a [D]stone.
For the [G]times they are a-[C]cha-[D]an-[G]giní
 

Come [G]writers and [Em]critics who [C]prophecize with your [G]pen.
And [G]keep your eyes [Am]wide, the [C]chance wonít come a-[D]gain.
And [G]donít speak too [Em]soon, for the [C]wheelís still in [G]spin,
And thereís [G]no telliní [Am]who that itís [D]naminí
For the [D]loser [D7]now, will be [G7]later to [D]win.
For the [G]times they are a-[C]cha-[D]an-[G]giní
 

Come [G]mothers and [Em]fathers [C]throughout the [G]land,
And [G]donít criti-[Am]cize what you [C]canít under-[D]stand.
Your [G]sons and your [Em]daughters are be-[C]yond your com-[G]mand.
Your [G]old road is [Am]rapidly [D]ageiní
Please get [D]out of the [D7]new one if you [G7]canít lend a [D]hand.
For the [G]times they are a-[C]cha-[D]an-[G]giní
 

Come [G]Senators, [Em]Congressmen, [C]please heed the [G]call.
Donít [G]stand in the [Am]doorway, donít [C]block up the [D]hall.
For [G]he that gets [Em]hurt will be [C]he who has [G]stalled.
Thereís a [G]battle out-[Am]side and itís [D]raginí
Itíll [D]soon shake your [D7]windows and [G7]rattle your [D]walls.
For the [G]times they are a-[C]cha-[D]an-[G]giní
 

The [G]line it is [Em]drawn, the [C]curse it is [G]cast.
The [G]slow one [Am]now will [C]later be [D]fast,
As the [G]present [Em]now will [C]later be [G]past,
The [G]order is [Am]rapidly [D]fadiní
And the [D]first one n[D7]ow will [G7]later be [D]last.
For the [G]times they are a-[C]cha-[D]an-[G]giní

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