G G F G G G Em C G Come gather 'round people wherever you roam G Am D D - D7 And admit that the waters around you have grown G Em C G And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone G Am D If your time to you is worth savin' G Hm C D Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone, G Am D G G F G For the times, they are a-chang - in' Come writers and critics who prophecies 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' For the loser now will be later to win For the times they are a-changin' Come mothers and fathers throughout the land And don't criticize what you don'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 a hand 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 There's a battle outside and it's ragin' It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls 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'
C F C- Em7 Am How many roads must a man walk down C F G Before you can call him a man? C F C - Em7 Am Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail C F G Before she sleeps in the sand? C F C- Em7 Am Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly C F G Before they're forever banned? F G C - Em7 Am The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, F G C The answer is blowing in the wind, Yes, 'n' how many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head And pretending that he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, The answer is blowing in the wind, Yes, 'n' how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many death will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, F G C C7 The answer is blowing in the wind, The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, The answer is blowing in the wind,
D A G D D4 Válogasd ki még egyszer, mi is kell neked A G D D4 Amit bárhol megkívánsz, tudom, hogy elviszed Em G D D4 De jól gondold meg, mit hagysz a polcomon Em G D D4-D Mert ez itt most a végső alkalom F# A A4-A Kettőnkért már nem fáj a szívem Em G D D4 Itt a vége, fuss el kedvesem Látom, lenn a kapunál már vár az új haver Biztos elvisz a világ másik végére is, ha kell Önzetlenül próbál segíteni De te tudod már, hogy mivel fizesd ki Egyszer ugyanígy fizettél nekem De itt a vége, fuss el kedvesem Azt se bánom, hogy a kedvenc könyvem nálad maradt Húsz oldalon két év alatt átrágtad magad Lehet, hogy egyszer végig elolvasod De ha nem, hát az már a te bajod Én meg talán újból megveszem Itt a vége, fuss el kedvesem A tegnapi üveg whiskyd fele megvan még Egyáltalán nem bánnám, ha magaddal vinnéd Nem baj, hogyha nekem nem marad Gondolom, hogy neked fontosabb Betelt minden pohár, azt hiszem Hát itt a vége, fuss el kedvesem –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– IT'S ALL OVER NOW, BABY BLUE (Bob Dylan) You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out the saints are coming through And it's all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. Your empty handed armies, they're all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. Strike another match, go start anew And it's all over now, Baby Blue.