Farewell
Farewell, by Bob Dylan, Whistlin’ Donkeys’ Version, adapted by Karin Jenkins
various keys down below, pick one and notice which fret to put the capo
Bb Eb Bb
Oh it's fare, thee well, my darlin' true,
Bb F
I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn.
I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn.
Bb Eb Bb
I'm bound, off, for the bay, of Mexico
I'm bound, off, for the bay, of Mexico
Bb F Bb
Or maybe, the coast, of Californ.
Or maybe, the coast, of Californ.
F Eb Bb
So it's fare, thee well, my own, true love,
So it's fare, thee well, my own, true love,
Bb F
We'll meet another day, another time.
We'll meet another day, another time.
Bb Eb-Bb Eb Bb
It ain't the leavin', That's a-grievin' me
It ain't the leavin', That's a-grievin' me
F Bb
But my true love, who's bound, to stay behind.
But my true love, who's bound, to stay behind.
Oh the weather, is against me, and the wind, blows hard
And the rain, she's a-turnin', into hail.
I still might strike it lucky, on a highway goin' west,
Though I'm travelin' on a _________, beaten trail.
So it's fare, thee well, my own, true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin', That's a-grievin' me
But my true love, who's bound, to stay behind.
And the rain, she's a-turnin', into hail.
I still might strike it lucky, on a highway goin' west,
Though I'm travelin' on a _________, beaten trail.
So it's fare, thee well, my own, true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin', That's a-grievin' me
But my true love, who's bound, to stay behind.
I will write you a letter, from time, to time,
As I'm ramblin' you can travel with me too.
With my head, my heart, and my hands, my love,
I will send, what I learn, back home to you.
So it's fare, thee well, my own, true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin', That's a-grievin' me
But my true love, who's bound to stay behind.
As I'm ramblin' you can travel with me too.
With my head, my heart, and my hands, my love,
I will send, what I learn, back home to you.
So it's fare, thee well, my own, true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin', That's a-grievin' me
But my true love, who's bound to stay behind.
I will tell you of the laughter, and of troubles,
Be them some,body else's or my own.
With my hands, in my pockets, and my coat, collar high,
I will travel, unnoticed, and unknown.
So it's fare, thee well, my own, true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin', That's a-grievin' me
But my true love, who's bound, to stay behind.
Be them some,body else's or my own.
With my hands, in my pockets, and my coat, collar high,
I will travel, unnoticed, and unknown.
So it's fare, thee well, my own, true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin', That's a-grievin' me
But my true love, who's bound, to stay behind.
regular
verse
Bb Bb Eb Bb
Bb Bb F F
Bb Bb Eb Bb
Bb F Bb Bb
chorus
F F Eb Bb
Bb Bb F F
Bb--Eb Bb Eb Bb
F F Bb Bb
Capo 1 verse
A A D A
A A E E
A A D A
A E A A
chorus
E E D A
A A E E
A--D A D A
E E A A
Capo 3 verse
G G C G
G G D D
G G C G
G D G G
chorus
D D C G
G G D D
G--C G C G
D D G G
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