My Songs
Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A Changin
Author And Composer: bob dylan
Editor: Edited by user Edit song
Editor: Edited by user Edit song
To view Strummings you must be a logged in userSign up \ Login
Auto Scroll
No Easy Version
  |
| 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 savin' |
 |
| Then you better start swimmin' |
|
|
| Or you'll sink like a stone |
|
|
| For the times they are a-changin'. |
|
|
| 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 tellin' |
|
|
| Who that it's namin'. |
|
|
| 'Cause the loser now |
|
|
| Will be later to win |
|
|
| For the times they are a-changin'. |
|
|
| 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 |
|
|
| The battle outside ragin' |
|
|
| Will soon shake your windows *) |
|
|
| And rattle your walls |
|
|
| For the times they are a-changin'. |
|
|
| 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 agin'. |
|
|
| Please get out of the new one |
|
|
| If you can't lend your hand |
| Bridge: |
| G C G C x2 |
|
|
| For the times they are a-changin'. |
|
|
| 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 fadin'. |
|
|
| And the first one now |
|
|
| Will later be last |
|
|
| For the times they are a-changin'. |
| Ending: |
| G C G C x2 |
Bob Dylan