Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A-Changin’ Chords
Come [C]gather ’round [Am]people, wher[F]ever you [C]roam And ad[C]mit that the [Dm]waters a[F]round you have [G7]grown And a[C]ccept it that [Am]soon you’ll be [F]drenched to the [C]bone If your [C]time to [Am]you Is worth [G]saving, [G7]then you [F]better start [C]swimming Or you’ll [F]sink like a [G7]stone For the [C]times [Am]they are a[G7]cha [G7]ang [C]ing.
Come [C]writers and [Am]critics, who prophe[F]size with your [C]pen And [C]keep your eyes [Dm]wide, the chance [F]won’t come a[G7]gain And [C]don’t speak too [Am]soon, for the [F]wheel’s still in [C]spin And there’s [C]no telling [Am]who that it’s [G]naming[G7]. for the [F]loser [C]now will be [F]later to [G7]win For the [C]times [Am]they are a[G7]cha [G7]ang [C]ing.
Come [C]senators, [Am]congressmen, [F]please heed the [C]call Don’t [C]stand in the [Dm]doorway, don’t [F]block up the [G7]hall For [C]he that gets [Am]hurt will be [F]he who has [C]stalled There’s a [C]battle out[Am]side and it’s [G]raging[G7]. It’ll [F]soon shake your [C]windows and [F]rattle your [G7]walls For the [C]times [Am]they are a[G7]cha [G7]ang [C]ing. Come [C]mothers and [Am]fathers, [F]throughout the [C]land
And [C]don’t crit[Dm]icize what you [F]can’t under[G7]stand Your [C]sons and your [Am]daughters are [F]beyond your co[C]mmand Your [C]old road is [Am]rapidly [G]aging[G7]. please [F]get out the [C]new one if you [F]can’t lend your [G7]hand For the [C]times [Am]they are a[G7]cha [G7]ang [C]ing. The [C]line it is [Am]drawn, the [F]curse it is [C]cast.
The [C]slow one [Dm]now will [F]later be [G7]fast As the [C]present [Am]now will [F]later be [C]past. The [C]order is [Am]rapidly [G]fading [G7] And the [F]first one [C]now will [F]later be [G7]last
For the [C]times [Am]they are a[G7]cha [G7]ang [C]ing.