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Masters Of War

by Bob Dylan
Chords
4.9 (73)
novice Tuning: D A D G B E Capo: 3th fret
Version:
v4v1v2v3v5
Transpose
0
Capo
None
Size
100%
[Chords]
[Verse Repeats]
       [ch]Dm[/ch]         [ch]Dm9/A[/ch]       [ch]Dm[/ch]       [ch]Csus2[/ch]      [ch]Dm[/ch]
e|-1-1-1-1-1-1-1----0-----0h1-1-1-1-1----0-----h1-1-1-1-1-|
B|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3----3-----3-3-3-3-3-3----3------3-3-3-3-3-|
G|-2-2-2-2-2-2-2----2-----0h2-2-2-2-2----0-----h2-2-2-2-2-|
D|-0-0-0-0-0-0-0----3-----0-0-0-0-0-0----0------0-0-0-0-0-|
A|-0-0-0-0-0-0-0----0-----0-0-0-0-0-0----3------0-0-0-0-0-|
D|-0-0-0-0-0-0-0----0-----0-0-0-0-0-0----0------0-0-0-0-0-|
[Ending Verse]
       [ch]Csus2[/ch]       [ch]G/B[/ch]        [ch]Dm[/ch]
e|---0-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0-0-----1-----|
B|---3-3-3-3-3--3-3-3-3-3-----3-----|
G|---0-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0-0-----2-----|
D|---0-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0-0-----0-----|
A|--h3-3-3-3-3--2-2-2-2-2-----0-----|
D|---0-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0-0--b3-0-----|
Verse 1
Come you masters
of
war
You that build all
the
guns
You that build the
death
planes
You that build all
the
bombs
You that hide be
hind
walls
You that hide be
hind
desks
I just want you to
know
I can
see through your
masks.
Verse 2
You that never
done
nothin'
But build to
destr
oy
You play with
my
world
Like it's your
little
toy
You put a gun in
my
hand
And you hide from
my
eyes
And you turn and run
farther
When the
fast bullets
fly.
Verse 3
Like Judas
of
old
You lie and
decei
ve
A world war can
be
won
You want me to
belie
ve
But I see through
your
eyes
And I see through
your
brain
Like I see through the
water
That
runs down my
drain.
Verse 4
You fasten all
the
triggers
For the others
to
fire
Then you set back
and
watch
When the death count
gets
higher
You hide in
your
mansion'
As young peop
le's
blood
Flows out of their
bodies
And is
buried in the
mud.
Verse 5
You've thrown the
worst
fear
That can ever
be h
urled
Fear to
bring
children
Into
the
world
For threatening
my
baby
Unborn and
unname
d
You ain't worth the
blood
That
runs in your
veins.
Verse 6
How much do
I k
now
To talk out
of
turn
You might say that
I'm
young
You might say I'm
unlear
ned
But there's one thing
I
know
Though I'm younger
than
you
That even Jesus would
never
Forgive
what you
do.
Verse 7
Let me ask you
one
question
Is your money
that
good
Will it buy you
forgiv
eness
Do you think that
it
could
I think you
will
find
When your death takes
it's
toll
All the money you
made
Will never
buy back your
soul.
Verse 8
And I hope that
you d
ie
And your death'll
come
soon
I will follow
your
casket
In the pale
afterno
on
And I'll watch while
you're
lowered
Down to your
deathb
ed
And I'll stand over your
grave
'Til I'm
sure that you're
dead.
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