TITLE = My Back Pages
CATEGORY = Rock
Artist=Dylan
C                   Am
Crimson flames tied through my ears     
        F               G
Rolling high and mighty traps
C                     Am
Pounced with fire and flaming roads     
      F           G
Using ideas as my map
C                   Am
We'll meet on edges soon said I         
F                   G
Proud `neath heated brow
        C             Am    C
Ah, but I was so much older then        
    F       G         C
I'm younger than that now
C                      Am 
Half wracked prejudice leaped forth     
       F               C
Ripped down all hate I scream
C                 Am 
Lies that life is black and white       
F                     G
Spoke from my skull I dreamed
Am                 C
Romantic fights of musketeers            
    F               G 
Foundation deep somehow
        C             F     C
Ah, but I was so much older then        
    F       G         C
I'm younger than that now
     C                  Am 
In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand   
       F                C
At the mongrel dogs who teach
        C                 Am
Fearing not I'd become my enemy         
       F              G
In the instant that I preach
   Am                  C
My existence led by confusion boats     
F                      G 
Mutinied from stern to bow
    C                 F     C
Ah, but I was so much older then        
    F       G         C
I'm younger than that now
   C                      Am       C 
My gaurds stood hard when abstract threats    
    F     G    C
Too noble to neglect
Am               Am  
Deceived me into thinking               
      F            G
I had something to protect
C                Am
Good and bad I define these terms       
      F                  G
Quite clear no doubt somehow
        C             F     C 
Ah, but I was so much older then        
    F       G         C
I'm younger than that now