Masters of War Chords & Lyrics by Bob Dylan
Masters of War
guitar chords lyrics
A couple of submitters over the internet were submitting this song incorrectly, so I
to submit the correct way to play this song. It's from Bob Dylan's 1963 album ''The
Bob Dylan''.
Capo on the 8th fret:
Intro | Am *G/A |
Am G/A Am G/A
Come you masters of war
Am G/A Am G/A
You that build all the guns
Am G/A Am G/A
You that build the death planes
Am G/A Am G/A
You that build the big bombs
Am G/A Am G/A
You that hide behind walls
Am G/A Am G/A
You that hide behind desks
Am G
I just want you to know
Am G/A
I can see through your masks
Am G/A Am G/A
You that never done nothin�
Am G/A Am G/A
But build to destroy
Am G/A Am G/A
You play with my world
Am G/A Am G/A
Like it�s your little toy
Am G/A Am G/A
You put a gun in my hand
Am G/A Am G/A
And you hide from my eyes
Am G
And you turn and run farther
Am G/A
When the fast bullets fly
Am G/A Am G/A
Like Judas of old
Am G/A Am G/A
You lie and deceive
Am G/A Am G/A
A world war can be won
Am G/A Am G/A
You want me to believe
Am G/A Am G/A
But I see through your eyes
Am G/A Am G/A
And I see through your brain
Am C
Like I see through the water
G Am G/A Am G/A
That runs down my drain
Am G/A Am G/A
You fasten the triggers
Am G/A Am G/A
For the others to fire
Am G/B Am G/A
Then you set back and watch
Am G Am G/A
When the death count gets higher
Am G/A Am G/A
You hide in your mansion
Am G G/B Am G/A
As young people�s blood
Am G
Flows out of their bodies
Am G/A
And is buried in the mud
Am G/A Am G/A
You�ve thrown the worst fear
Am G/A Am G/A
That can ever be hurled
Am G/A Am G/A Am
Fear to bring children
G D/F# Am G/A
Into the world
Am G/A Am G/A
For threatening my baby
Am G D/F# Am G/A
Unborn and unnamed
Am C
You ain�t worth the blood
G Am G/A
That runs in your veins
Am G/A Am G/A
How much do I know
Am G/A Am G/A
To talk out of turn
Am G/A Am G/A
You might say that I�m young
Am G D/F# Am G/A
You might say I�m unlearned
Am G/A Am G/A
But there�s one thing I know
Am G Am G/A
Though I�m younger than you
Am G
Even Jesus would never
D/F# Am G/A
Forgive what you do
Am G/A Am G/A
Let me ask you one question
Am G/A Am G/A
Is your money that good
Am G/A Am G/A
Will it buy you forgiveness
Am G D/F# Am G/A
Do you think that it could
Am G/A Am G/A
I think you will find
Am G D/F# Am G/A
When your death takes its toll
Am G
All the money you made
D/F# Am G/A
Will never buy back your soul
Am G/A Am G/A
And I hope that you die
Am G/A Am G/A
And your death�ll come soon
Am G/A Am G/A
I will follow your casket
Am G D/F# Am G/A
In the pale afternoon
Am G/A Am G/A
And I�ll watch while you�re lowered
Am D/F# Am G/A
Down to your deathbed
Am C
And I�ll stand o�er your grave
G Am
�Til I�m sure that you�re dead
That's it.
Any feedback is greatly appreciated!
