Words and music Bob Dylan
Released on Modern Times (2006)
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem
It sounds like the main lead guitar might play with a capo on the 6th fret, but it might as well be played uncapoed; these are all standard blues licks that any decent guitarist should be able to play anywhere on the neck.
Common lick between lines (relative to capo 6th fret): : . . . : : . . . : |------(0)----------------|------ |--------------------------|----- |-------3-----------------|------ |-----------3--------------|----- |-------4-----2---0-------|------ or: |------/4-----2---0--------|----- |-------------------2---0-|-2---- |--------------------2---0-|-2--- |-------------------------|------ |--------------------------|----- |-------------------------|------ |--------------------------|----- Uncapoed: : . . . : : . . . : |------(6)----------------|------ |--------------------------|----- |-------9-----------------|------ |-----------9--------------|----- |-------10----8---6-------|------ or: |------/10----8---6--------|----- |-------------------8---6-|-8---- |--------------------8---6-|-8--- |-------------------------|------ |--------------------------|----- |-------------------------|------ |--------------------------|-----
Bb I don't care what you do, I don't care what you say Eb Bb I don't care where you go or how long you stay Bb F Eb Bb Someday baby, you ain't gon' worry po' me any more
Well, you take my money and you turn me out You fill me up with nothin' but self doubt Someday baby, you ain't gon' worry po' me any more
When I was young, driving was my crave You drive me so hard almost to the grave Someday baby, you ain't gon' worry po' me any more
I'm so hard pressed, my mind tied up in knots I keep recycling the same old thoughts Someday baby, you ain't gon' worry po' me any more
So many good things in life that I overlooked I don't know what to do now, baby, you got me so hooked Someday baby, you ain't gon' worry po' me any more
Well, I don't want to brag, I'm gonna wring your neck When all else fails, I'll make it a matter of self respect Someday baby, you ain't gon' worry po' me any more
You can take your clothes, put 'em in a sack You goin' down the road, baby, and you can't come back Someday baby, you ain't gon' worry po' me any more
I tried to be friendly, I tried to be kind I'm gonna drive you from your home just like I was driven from mine Someday baby, you ain't gon' worry po' me any more
Living this way ain't a natural thing to do Why was I born to love you' Someday baby, you ain't gon' worry po' me any more