Bob Dylan - My Back Pages Chords
[C]Crimson [Am]flames tied [Em]through my ears Rollin’ [F]high and [G]mighty [C]traps [C]Pounced with [Am]fire on [Em]flaming [C]roads Using [F]ideas [Em]as my [G]maps
“We’ll [F]meet on [Am]edges, [G]soon,” said [C]I [Am]Proud ‘neath heated [F]brow. [G] Ah, [C]but I was so much [Am]older [C]then, I’m [F]younger [G]than that [C]now.
[G] [G] [G7] [G7]
[C]Half-wracked [Am]prejudice [Em]leaped forth “[F]Rip down all [G]hate,” I [C]screamed [C]Lies that [Am]life is [Em]black and white [F]Spoke from my skull. I [G]dreamed
Ro[Am]mantic facts of [Em]musketeers Foun[F]dationed deep, some[G]how. Ah, but [C]I was [Am]so much [Em]older [F]then, I’m [G]younger [G7]than that [C]now.
[C]Girls’ faces [Am]formed the [Em]forward path From [F]phony [G]jealou[C]sy [C]To memo[Am]rizing [Em]politics Of [F]ancient [Am]histo[G]ry
Flung [Am]down by corpse e[Em]vangelists Un[F]thought of, though, som[G]how. Ah, [C]but I was so much [F]older [C]then, I’m [F]younger [G]than that [C]now.
A [C]self-or-[Am]dained pro[Em]fessor’s tongue Too [F]ser[G]ious to [C]fool [C]Spouted [Am]out that [Em]liberty Is [F]just equality in [G]school
“E[Am]quality,” I [Em]spoke the word As [F]if a wedding [G]vow. Ah, [C]but I was [Am]so much older then, [F]I’m younger [G]than that [C]now.
In a [C]soldier’s [Am]stance, I [Em]aimed my hand At the [F]mongrel [G]dogs who [C]teach [C]Fearing not that I’d [Am]become my [Em]enemy In the [F]instant that I [G]preach
My [Am]existence led by [F]confusion [C]boats [Am]Mutiny from [Em]stern to [G]bow. Ah, but [C]I was [Am]so much [F]older [C]then, I’m [G]younger than that [C]now.
Yes, my [C]guard [Am]stood hard when [Em]abstract threats Too [F]noble [G]to ne[C]glect De[C]ceived me [Am]into [Em]thinking I had [F]something to pro[G]tect
[Am]Good and bad, I de[Em]fine these terms [F]Quite clear, no doubt, some[G]how. Ah, but [C]I was [Am]so much [F]older [C]then, I’m [G]younger than that [C]now.