Bob Dylan
Masters Of War
The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan (1963)

Drop-D + Capo 3e fret (en Fm)

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come you masters of war -         you that build the big guns
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you that build the death planes - you that build all the bombs
you that hide behind walls - you that hide behind desks
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i just want you to know, i can see through your masks

you that never done nothin' - but build to destroy
you play with my world - like it's your little toy
you put a gun in my hand - and you hide from my eyes                    fin: C  G/B Dm
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and you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

like judas of old - you lie and deceive
a world war can be won - you want me to believe
but i see through your eyes - and i see through your brain
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like i see through the water that runs down my drain

you fasten all the triggers - for the others to fire
then you sit back and watch - when the death count gets higher        
you hide in your mansion - while the young people's blood            
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flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud                  

you've thrown the worst fear - that can ever be hurled
fear to bring children - into the world                             
for threatening my baby - unborn and unnamed                      
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you ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

how much do i know - to talk out of turn
you might say that i'm young - you might say i'm unlearned
but there's one thing i know - though i'm younger than you
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that even jesus would never forgive what you do   

let me ask you one question - is your money that good?
will it buy you forgiveness - do you think that it could?
i think you will find - when your death takes its toll             
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all the money you made will never buy back your soul

and i hope that you die - and your death will come soon
i'll follow your casket - by the pale afternoon                     
and i'll watch while you're lowered - down to your deathbed        
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and i'll stand over your grave 'til i'm sure that you're dead

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