Shelter From The Storm (chromatic)

SHELTER FROM THE STORM
By: Bob Dylan
Key: D

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'Twas in an-oth-er life-time, 
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one of toil and blood 
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When black-ness was a vir-tue  
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and the road was full of mud 
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I came in from the wil-der-ness,  
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a crea-ture void of form. 
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"Come in," she said, 
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"I'll give you shel-ter from the storm." 

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And if I pass this way a-gain,  
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you can rest as-sured 
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I'll al-ways do my best for her,  
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on that I give my word 
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In a world of steel-eyed death, 
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and men who are fight-ing to be warm. 
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"Come in," she said, 
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"I'll give you shel-ter from the storm." 

Not a word was spoke between us, 
there was little risk involved 
Everything up to that point  
had been left unresolved. 
Try imagining a place 
where it's always safe and warm. 
"Come in," she said, 
"I'll give you shelter from the storm." 

I was burned out from exhaustion,  
buried in the hail, 
Poisoned in the bushes 
an' blown out on the trail, 
Hunted like a crocodile,  
ravaged in the corn.  
"Come in," she said, 
"I'll give you shelter from the storm." 

Suddenly I turned around  
and she was standin' there 
With silver bracelets on her wrists  
and flowers in her hair. 
She walked up to me so gracefully  
and took my crown of thorns. 
"Come in," she said, 
"I'll give you shelter from the storm." 

Now there's a wall between us, 
somethin' there's been lost 
I took too much for granted,  
got my signals crossed. 
Just to think that it all began 
on a long-forgotten morn. 
"Come in," she said, 
"I'll give you shelter from the storm." 

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails  
and the preacher rides a mount 
But nothing really matters much,  
it's doom alone that counts 
And the one-eyed undertaker,  
he blows a futile horn. 
"Come in," she said, 
"I'll give you shelter from the storm." 

I've heard newborn babies wailin'  
like a mournin' dove 
And old men with broken teeth 
stranded without love. 
Do I understand your question, man, 
is it hopeless and forlorn? 
"Come in," she said, 
"I'll give you shelter from the storm." 

In a little hilltop village,  
they gambled for my clothes 
I bargained for salvation  
an' they gave me a lethal dose. 
I offered up my innocence  
and got repaid with scorn. 
"Come in," she said, 
"I'll give you shelter from the storm." 

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country  
but I'm bound to cross the line 
Beauty walks a razor's edge,  
someday I'll make it mine. 
If I could only turn back the clock 
to when God and her were born. 
"Come in," she said, 
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."