Artist: Bob Dylan Song: Chimes Of Freedom Album: Live At The Newport Folk Festival (1964), but it was originally on Another Side Bob Dylan. The parts labeled "riff" in the chords are a little fancy transition between the D and G and it goes like this: Csus2 G6 E|-0-0-0--| B|-3-3-3--| G|-0-0-0--| D|-0-0-0--| A|-3-3-2--| E|--------|Those are all eighth notes- the actual strumming pattern has more notes in it, but that's easy enough to get on your own. Each chord lasts the duration of eighth note. G D G C Far between sundown's finish, and midnight's broken toll G C D G We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' D G C As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds G D riff G Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashin' D G Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight C G Am D Flashing for the refugees in the unarmed road of flight G D G C And for each and every underdog soldier in the night G C D G GC D G And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' D G C In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched G D riff G D With faces hidden as the walls were tightening G D G C As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain G D riff G Dissolved into the bells of the lighting D G Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake C G Am D Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned and forsaked G D G C Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake G C D G riff G And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' [The rest of the song follows the pattern of the second verse.] Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind An' the unpawned painter behind his rightful time An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales For the disrobed faceless forms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts All down in taken-for-granted situations Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.