Written by Bob Dylan
{ B E } x3 E E C# G# A B E Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps E C# G# A B Pounced with fire on flaming roads, using ideas as my maps C# G# A B We'll meet on edges, soon said I, proud 'neath heated brow E A E Ah but I was so much older then A B E I'm younger than that now Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, rip down all hate I scream Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow Ah but I was so much older... In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach My pathway led to confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow Ah but I was so much older... { E C# G# A B E } { E C# G# A B } { C# G# A B } Ah but I was so much older... Yes my guards stood hard when abstract threats too nobel to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow Ah but I was so much older...x3 _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Guilherme Ernst([email protected])