Chord Gitar Bob Dylan - Early Roman Kings Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar A#)

Intro

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Verse 1:
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Ah the early Roman kings, in their shark skin suits. 
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Bow ties and buttons, high-top boots. 
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Drivin' the spikes in, blazin' the rails. 
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Nailed in their coffins, in top hats and tails. 
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Fly away over, fly away, flap your wings. 
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Fly by night, like the early Roman kings.
 
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Verse 2:
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Ah the early Roman kings, were never really born.
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Comin' down the mountain, distributing the corn.
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Speedin' through the forest, ah racin' down the track.
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Ya trying' to get away, they drag you back.
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Tomorrow is Friday, we'll see what it brings.
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Everybody's talkin' about the early Roman kings.
 
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Verse 3
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The peddlers and the meddlers, they buy and they sell.
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They destroyed your city, they'll destroy you as well. 
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They're lecherous and treacherous, a-hell-bent for leather. 
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Each of 'em bigger, than all men put together. 
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Sluggers and muggers, wearin' fancy gold rings.
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All the women goin' crazy, for the early Roman kings.
 
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Verse 4
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I could dress up you wounds, with a blood-clotted rag.
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I ain't afraid to make love, to a bitch of a hag.
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If you see me comin' and you're standin' there,
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Wave your handkerchief in the air.
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I ain't dead yet, my bell still still rings.
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I keep my fingers crossed like the early Roman kings.
 
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Verse 5:
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I could strip you of life, strip you of bread.
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Ship you down, to the house of death.
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One day, you will ask for me.
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They'll be no-one else, that you'll wanna see. 
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Bring down fiddle, tune up my strings.
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I'm gonna brake it wide open, like the early Roman kings.
 
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Verse 6:
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I was up on Black Mountain, the day Detroit fell.
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They killed them all off and they sent them to Hell.
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Ding-dong-daddy, you're comin' up short.
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They'll put you on trial, in a Sicilian Court.
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I have had my fun, I've had my flings.
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Goin' shake 'em on down, like the early Roman kings. 
 
Coda:
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(End)