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_________________ 1. Teil _________________
  1. Horse With no Name
  2. All Along the Watchtower
  3. Heart of Gold
  4. Midnight Special
  5. Joanna
  6. The Rose
  7. Bad Moon Rising
John Fogerty/Creedence Clearwater Revival: Green River (1969)
|  | |: | D | A | G | D | D6 | D | D6 | D | D6 | :| | 
|  |  | // / | / | / | // | / | / | / | / | / |  | 
|  | D | A | G | D | D | D6 | D | D6 | D | 
|  | I see a | bad | moon a- | risin'. |  |  |  |  |  | 
|  | D | A | G | D | D | D6 | D | D6 | D | 
|  | I see | trouble's | on the | way. |  |  |  |  |  | 
|  | D | A | G | D | D | D6 | D | D6 | D | 
|  | I see | earth | quakes and | lightnin'. |  |  |  |  |  | 
|  | D | A | G | D | D | D6 | D | D6 | D | 
|  | I see | bad | times | today. |  |  |  |  |  | 
|  | G | D | 
|  | Don't go round tonight, it's | bound to take your life, | 
|  | A | G | D | D | D6 | D | D6 | D | 
|  | There's a | bad moon on the | rise! |  |  |  |  |  | 
  
| I hear hurricanes a blowin' |  | 
| I know the end is comin' soon. |  | 
| I feel the river's overflowin' |  | 
| I hear the voice of rage and ruin. |  | 
| Don't go round tonight, it's bound to take your life, |  | 
| There's a bad moon on the rise! |  | 
  
|  | Solo: | |: | D | A | G | D | D6 | D | D6 | D | :| | 
|  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
|  | G | D | A | G | D | D6 | D | D6 | D | Intro riff | 
|  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
| Hope you got your things together. |  | 
| Hope you're quite well prepared to die. |  | 
| Looks like we're in for nasty weather. |  | 
| One eye is taken for an eye. |  | 
| Don't go round tonight, it's bound to take your life, |  | 
| There's a bad moon on the rise! |  | 
|  | G | D | 
|  | Don't go round tonight, it's | bound to take your life, | 
|  | A | G | D | A | G | D | (Intro Riff) | 
|  | There's a | bad moon on the | rise! |  |  |  |  | 
  
 
  8. Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms
trad.
|  | G | D | 
|  | Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's | arms! | 
|  | G | C | 
| Gonna | lay 'round this shack till the | mail train comes back, | 
|  | D | G | 
| And | roll in my sweet baby's | arms! | 
  
|  | G | D | 
| I | ain't gonna work on the railroad, Ain't gonna work on the | farm. | 
|  | G | C | 
| Gonna | lay 'round this shack 'til the | mail train comes back | 
|  | D | G | 
| And | roll in my sweet baby's | arms! | 
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! |  | 
| Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, |  | 
| And roll in my sweet baby's arms! |  | 
  
| Where were you last Friday night - While I was lying in jail? |  | 
| Walking the street with another man, Wouldn't even go my bail! |  | 
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! |  | 
| Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, |  | 
| And roll in my sweet baby's arms! |  | 
  
| I know your parents don't like me - They turn me away from your door. |  | 
| If I had my life to live over - I wouldn't go there no more! |  | 
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! |  | 
| Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, |  | 
| And roll in my sweet baby's arms! |  | 
  
| Mama was a beauty operator, Sister could weave and spin. |  | 
| Daddy's got an interest in an old cotton mill - Watch that money roll in. |  | 
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! |  | 
| Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, |  | 
| And roll in my sweet baby's arms! |  | 
  
| Sometimes there's a change in the ocean, Sometimes there's a change in the sea. |  | 
| Sometimes there's a change in my own true love - But there'll never be a change in me. |  | 
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! |  | 
| Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, |  | 
| And roll in my sweet baby's arms! |  | 
  
 
  9. Worried Man Blues
trad.
|  | G | G7 | 
| It | takes a worried man to | sing a worried song, | 
|  | C | G | 
| It | takes a worried man to sing a worried | song! | 
|  | G | G7 | 
| It | takes a worried man to | sing a worried song, | 
|  | Am | D7 | D | G | 
| I'm worried | now but I | won't be | worried | long | 
  
|  | G | G7 | 
| I | went across the river, and | I laid down to sleep. | 
|  | C | G | 
| I | went across the river, and I laid down to | sleep. | 
|  | G | G7 | 
| I | went across the river, and | I laid down to sleep. | 
|  | Am | D7 | D | G | 
| When I woke | up I had | shackles | on my | feet! | 
| It takes a worried man to sing a worried song - It takes ... |  | 
  
| Twenty-nine links of chain around my leg, |  | 
| I had, twenty-nine links of chain around my leg! |  | 
| Twenty-nine links of chain around my leg, |  | 
| And on each link An initial of my name! |  | 
| It takes a worried man to sing a worried song - It takes ... |  | 
  
| I asked the judge, What's gonna be my fine? |  | 
| I asked the judge, What's gonna be my fine? |  | 
| I asked the judge, What's gonna be my fine? |  | 
| "Twenty-one years On the Rocky Mountain line." |  | 
| It takes a worried man to sing a worried song - It takes ... |  | 
  
| The train pulled in, a sixteen coaches long. |  | 
| The train pulled in, a sixteen coaches long. |  | 
| The train pulled in, a sixteen coaches long. |  | 
| The girl I love, she's on that train and gone. |  | 
| It takes a worried man to sing a worried song - It takes ... |  | 
  
| I looked down the track, as far as I could see, |  | 
| I looked down the track, as far as I could see, |  | 
| I looked down the track, as far as I could see. |  | 
| Little Baby's hand was waving after me. |  | 
| It takes a worried man to sing a worried song - It takes ... |  | 
  
|  | Am | (n.c.) | G | 
| I'm worried | now but I | won't be worried | long! | 
 
________________ 2. Teil ________________
 10. White Room
 11. I Shall be Released
 12. Hurt
Trent Reznor / Nine Inch Nails: The Downward Spiral (1994); Johnny Cash (2002)
|  | Am |  | C | D | Am | C | D | Am | 
|  |  | I | hurt my | self to | day - to | see if | I still | feel. | 
|  | C | D | Am | C | D | Am | 
| I | focus | on the | pain - the | only | thing that's | real. | 
|  | C | D | Am | C | D | Am | 
| The | needle | tears a | hole - the | old fa | miliar | sting. | 
|  | C | D | Am | C | D | G | Am | 
| Try to | kill it | all a | way - but I re | member | every | thing | ! | 
|  | Am | F | C | G | 
|  | What have I be | come - | my sweetest | friend? | 
|  | Am | F | C | G | 
|  | Everyone I | know - goes a | way in the | end! | 
|  | Am | F | C | G | 
|  | And you could have it | all - | my empire of | dirt. | 
|  | Am | F | C | G | C | 
|  | I will let you | down - | I will make you | hurt | ! | 
  
|  | C | D | Am | C | D | Am | 
|  | I wear this | crown of | thorns - u | pon my | liars | chair | 
|  | C | D | Am | C | D | Am | 
|  | Full of | broken | thoughts - | I can | not re | pair | 
|  | C | D | Am | C | D | Am | 
| Be | neath the | stains of | time - the | feelings | disap | pear | 
|  | C | D | Am | C | D | G | Am | 
|  | You are | someone | else - | I am | still right | here | . | 
|  | Am | F | C | G | 
|  | What have I be | come - | my sweetest | friend? | 
|  | Am | F | C | G | 
|  | Everyone I | know - goes a | way in the | end! | 
|  | Am | F | C | G | 
|  | And you could have it | all - | my empire of | dirt. | 
|  | Am | F | C | G | 
|  | I will let you | down - | I will make you | hurt! | 
|  | Am | F | C | G | 
|  | If I could start a | gain - | A million miles a | way | 
|  | Am | F | C | G | 
|  | I would keep my | self - | I would find a | way | 
  
 
 13. From Hank to Hendrix
 14. Slip Slidin' Away
 15. One Too Many Mornings
 16. Feelin' Groovy
 17. My My - Hey Hey
 18. As Tearsg o by
 19. Wild West End
 20. Death of a Clown
 21. Bungalow Bill
 22. TheSpanishLady
 23. Folsom Prison Blues
Johnny Cash/Johnny Cash (1955)
|  | E | 
| I | hear the train a-comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend, | 
|  | E | E7 | 
| And | I ain't seen the sunshine since I | don't know when, | 
|  | A7 | E | 
| I'm | stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' | on. | 
|  | B7 | E | 
| But that | train keeps a-rollin' on down to San An | tone. | 
|  | E | 
| When | I was just a baby my momma told me: "Son, | 
|  | E | E7 | 
|  | Always be a good boy; don't | ever play with guns." | 
|  | A7 | E | 
| But I | shot a man in Reno, just to watch him | die. | 
|  | B7 | E | 
| When I | hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and | cry. | 
|  | E | 
| I | bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car. | 
|  | E | E7 | 
| They're | prob'ly drinkin' coffee and | smokin' big cigars. | 
|  | A7 | E | 
| But I | know I had it comin', I know I can't be | free. | 
|  | B7 | E | 
| But those | people keep a-movin', and that's what tortures | me. | 
|  | E | 
| Well if they | freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine, | 
|  | E | E7 | 
| I | bet I'd move it all a little | farther down the line. | 
|  | A7 | E | 
|  | Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to | stay. | 
|  | B7 | E | 
| And I'd | let that lonesome whistle blow my blues a | way. | 
 
 24. Wagon Wheel
Bob Dylan, Ketcham Secor / Old Crow Medicine Show: Old Crow Medicine Show (2004)
|  | G | D | Em | C | 
|  | Headed down south to the | land of the pines, And I'm | thumbin' my way into | North Caroline. | 
|  | G | D | C | 
|  | Starin' up the road - And pray to | God I see | headlights. | 
|  | G | D | Em | C | 
| I | made it down the coast in | seventeen hours, | Pickin' me a bouquet of | dogwood flowers, | 
|  | G | D | C | 
| And I'm a | hopin' for Raleigh - I can | see my baby to | night. | 
|  | G | D | Em | C | G | D | C | 
| So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel; | Rock me mama any | way you feel - | Hey, | mama | rock me! | 
|  | G | D | Em | C | 
|  | Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain; | Rock me mama like a | south-bound train - | 
|  | G | D | C | G | D | Em | C | G | D | C | 
|  | Hey, | mama | rock me! |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
  
|  | G | D | Em | C | 
|  | Runnin' from the cold | up in New England I was | born to be a fiddler in an | old-time stringband. | 
|  | G | D | C | 
| My | baby plays the guitar - | I pick a banjo | now. | 
|  | G | D | Em | C | 
| Oh, the | North country winters keep a | gettin' me now, Lost my | money playin' poker so I | had to up and leave. | 
|  | G | D | C | 
| But I | ain't a turnin' back - To | livin' that old life | no more! | 
|  | G | D | Em | C | G | D | C | 
| So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel; | Rock me mama any | way you feel - | Hey, | mama | rock me! | 
|  | G | D | Em | C | 
|  | Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain; | Rock me mama like a | south-bound train - | 
|  | G | D | C | |: | G | D | Em | C | G | D | C | :| | 
|  | Hey, | mama | rock me! |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
  
|  | G | D | Em | C | 
|  | Walkin' to the south | out of Roanoke - I caught a | trucker out of Philly. Had a | nice long talk. | 
|  | G | D | C | 
| But | he's a headed west from the | Cumberland Gap - To | Johnson City, Tennessee | 
|  | G | D | Em | C | 
| And I | gotta get a move on | before the sun, I hear my | baby callin' my name and I | know that she's the only one. | 
|  | G | D | C | 
| And | if I die in Raleigh - At | least I will die | free! | 
|  | G | D | Em | C | G | D | C | 
| So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel; | Rock me mama any | way you feel - | Hey, | mama | rock me! | 
|  | G | D | Em | C | G | D | C | G | 
|  | Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain; | Rock me mama like a | south-bound train - | Hey, | mama | rock me! |  | 
  
 
 25. Copper Kettle
Albert Frank Beddoe / Bob Dylan: Self Portrait (1970)
|  | G | Am7 | G | Am7 |  | G | Am7 | G |  | Am7 | 
|  | Get you a | copper | kettle, |  |  | get you a | copper | coil, |  |  | 
|  | G | Am7 | G |  | Am7 |  | C | Cmaj7 | Am | 
|  | Fill it with | new-made | corn mash |  |  | and | never | more you'll | toil. | 
|  | C | G | C | G | 
| You'll just | lay there by the | juniper, | while the moon is | bright, | 
|  | C | Cmaj7 | Am | Am7 | G |  | Am7 |  | G |  | Am7 |  | G | 
|  | Watch them | jugs a- | filling - in the | pale  moon | light. |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
  
|  | G | Am7 | G | Am7 |  | G | Am7 | G |  | Am7 | 
|  | Build you a | fire with | hickory, |  |  | hickory, | ash and | oak, |  |  | 
|  | G | Am7 | G | Am7 |  | C | Cmaj7 | Am | 
|  | Don't use no | green or | rotten wood; |  | they'll | get you | by the | smoke. | 
|  | C | G | C | G | 
| We just | lay there by the | juniper, | while the moon is | bright, | 
|  | C | Cmaj7 | Am | Am7 | G |  | Am7 |  | G |  | Am7 |  | G | 
|  | Watch them | jugs a- | filling - in the | pale  moon | light. |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
  
|  | G | Am7 | G | Am7 |  | G | Am7 | G |  | Am7 | 
| My | daddy, | he made | whiskey; |  |  | my granddaddy, | he did | too. |  |  | 
|  | G | Am7 | G | Am7 | C | Cmaj7 | Am | 
|  | We ain't | paid no | whiskey | tax since | seventeen- | ninety- | two. | 
|  | C | G | C | G | 
| We just | lay there by the | juniper, | while the moon is | bright, | 
|  | C | Cmaj7 | Am | Am7 | G | 
|  | Watch them | jugs a- | filling - in the | pale  moon | light, | 
|  | Am7 | G |  | Am7 |  | G |  | Am7 |  | G | ... | 
| In the | pale moon | light. |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
  
 
________________ Zugaben ________________
 26. Mighty Quinn
 27. Venus
 28. Helpless
 29. Knockin' on Heaven's Door
Bob Dylan
|  | |: |  | G | D | Am7 |  |  | G | D | C |  | :| | 
|  |  |  | Oooh | Oooh | Oooh | - |  | Oooh | Oooh | Oooh |  |  | 
|  | G | D | Am7 | 
|  | Mama take this | badge off of | me, | 
|  | G | D | C | 
|  | I can't | use it any | more. | 
|  | G | D | Am7 | 
|  | It's getting | dark, too dark for me to | see; | 
|  | G | D | C | D | 
|  | I feel I'm | knockin' on heaven's | door. |  | 
|  | G | D | Am7 | 
|  | Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | 
|  | G | D | C | D | 
|  | Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |  | 
|  | G | D | Am7 | 
|  | Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | 
|  | G | D | C | D | 
|  | Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |  | 
  
|  | G | D | Am7 | 
|  | Mama, put my | guns in the | ground. | 
|  | G | D | C | 
|  | I can't | shoot them any | more. | 
|  | G | D | Am7 | 
|  | That long black | cloud is comin' | down. | 
|  | G | D | C | D | 
|  | I feel I'm | knockin' on heaven's | door. |  | 
|  | G | D | Am7 | 
|  | Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | 
|  | G | D | C | D | 
|  | Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |  | 
|  | G | D | Am7 | 
|  | Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. | 
|  | G | D | C | D | 
|  | Knock, knock, | knockin' on heaven's | door. |  | 
  
|  | G | D | Am7 | G | D | C | 
|  | Ooh - | ooh - | ooh - ooh | Ooh - | ooh - | ooh ... | 
 
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