Bob Dylan – Masters Of War chords
Chords:
A couple of submitters over the internet were submitting this song incorrectly, so I to submit the correct way to play this song. It's from Bob Dylan's 1963 album ''The Bob Dylan''. Capo on the 8th fret: Intro | Am *G/A |Am G/A Am G/ACome you masters of warAm G/A Am G/AYou that build all the gunsAm G/A Am G/AYou that build the death planesAm G/A Am G/AYou that build the big bombsAm G/A Am G/AYou that hide behind wallsAm G/A Am G/AYou that hide behind desksAm GI just want you to knowAm G/AI can see through your masksAm G/A Am G/AYou that never done nothinAm G/A Am G/ABut build to destroyAm G/A Am G/AYou play with my worldAm G/A Am G/ALike its your little toyAm G/A Am G/AYou put a gun in my handAm G/A Am G/AAnd you hide from my eyesAm GAnd you turn and run fartherAm G/AWhen the fast bullets flyAm G/A Am G/ALike Judas of oldAm G/A Am G/AYou lie and deceiveAm G/A Am G/AA world war can be wonAm G/A Am G/AYou want me to believeAm G/A Am G/ABut I see through your eyesAm G/A Am G/AAnd I see through your brainAm CLike I see through the waterG Am G/A Am G/AThat runs down my drainAm G/A Am G/AYou fasten the triggersAm G/A Am G/AFor the others to fireAm G/B Am G/AThen you set back and watchAm G Am G/AWhen the death count gets higherAm G/A Am G/AYou hide in your mansionAm G G/B Am G/AAs young peoples bloodAm GFlows out of their bodiesAm G/AAnd is buried in the mudAm G/A Am G/AYouve thrown the worst fearAm G/A Am G/AThat can ever be hurledAm G/A Am G/A AmFear to bring childrenG D/F# Am G/AInto the worldAm G/A Am G/AFor threatening my babyAm G D/F# Am G/AUnborn and unnamedAm CYou aint worth the bloodG Am G/AThat runs in your veinsAm G/A Am G/AHow much do I knowAm G/A Am G/ATo talk out of turnAm G/A Am G/AYou might say that Im youngAm G D/F# Am G/AYou might say Im unlearnedAm G/A Am G/ABut theres one thing I knowAm G Am G/AThough Im younger than youAm GEven Jesus would neverD/F# Am G/AForgive what you doAm G/A Am G/ALet me ask you one questionAm G/A Am G/AIs your money that goodAm G/A Am G/AWill it buy you forgivenessAm G D/F# Am G/ADo you think that it couldAm G/A Am G/AI think you will findAm G D/F# Am G/AWhen your death takes its tollAm GAll the money you madeD/F# Am G/AWill never buy back your soulAm G/A Am G/AAnd I hope that you dieAm G/A Am G/AAnd your deathll come soonAm G/A Am G/AI will follow your casketAm G D/F# Am G/AIn the pale afternoonAm G/A Am G/AAnd Ill watch while youre loweredAm D/F# Am G/ADown to your deathbedAm CAnd Ill stand oer your graveG AmTil Im sure that youre deadThat's it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated!