Girl from the North Country

Qualche settimana fa mi sono accattato diversi album di Dylan Bob, un cantautore dei bei tempi, poi divenuto fumetto. Stamattina ascoltavo il suo primo album Freewheelin', del 1963 e mi ha colpito il secondo brano: Girl from the North Country. Così ho deciso di postare questo spezzone tratto da una trasmissione canadese del '64:

Su Youtube si trova anche la versione originale dell'album, di cui allego la tablatura (opera di by Eyolf Østrem dal sito http://dylanchords.info).

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|-----0-------2---|-----0h2-----0---|-----2-------0---|-----2-------0---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|

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Verse:

     Em9                                 D7/f#
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||-------------------|-----------------|-----------------|
||-*-----3-----------|-----3-----------|-----1-----------|
||-------------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------2-----|
||-------4-------4---|-----4-------0---|-----0-------0---|
||-*-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
||---0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-2-------2-------|
         If    you're  travelin' in the  north   country

  G       C/g               G
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|-----------------|-----------------|-------------------||
|-----0---------1-|-----1---------0-|-----0-----------*-||
|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-------|| x2
|-----0-------2---|-----2-------0---|-----0-------0-----||
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------*-||
|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3---------||
  fair

  Em                                  C/g
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|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-----0-----------|-----0---------1-|-----1---------0-|
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|-----2-------2---|-----2-------0---|-----2-------2---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-3-------3-------|
(Re)member          me        to      one     who lives

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|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|    D.C.
  there

Em9                         D7/f#         G
 If you're travelin' in the north country fair,
          Em9                   D7/f#    G
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
  Em           C             G
Remember me to one who lives there.
Em9            D7/f#        G
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Alla prossima.