Masters Of War by Bob Dylan A couple of submitters over the internet were submitting this song incorrectly, so I had to submit the correct way to play this song. It's from Bob Dylan's 1963 album ''The Freewheelin' 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! www.TAB6.com