Farewell chords by Bob Dylan (Ver. 2)

• Capo on 2nd

D                                       G       D
Oh it's fare thee well my darlin' true,
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I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn.
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I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico
                         A7             D
Or maybe the coast of California

            A7                         G           D
So it's fare thee well my own true love,
                                                     A7
We'll meet another day, another time.
                    D
It ain't the leavin'

                 G       D
That's a-grievin' me

                                        A7                   D
But my true love who's bound to stay behind.

D  G  D  A7  D:

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Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard
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And the rain she's a-turnin' into hail.
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I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west,
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Though I'm travelin' on a path beaten trail.

D                                           G        D
I will write you a letter from time to time,
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As I'm ramblin' you can travel with me too.
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With my head, my heart and my hands, my love,
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I will send what I learn back home to you.

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I will tell you of the laughter and of troubles,
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Be them somebody else's or my own.
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With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high,
D                     A7                   D
I will travel unnoticed and unknown.

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I've heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound,
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It's down around the old mexican plains.
                              D                       G        D
They say that the people are all friendly there
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And all they ask of you is your name.