Up To Me

Up To Me - Bob Dylan Using D tuning for less tension on strings and neck instead of E tuning D tuning Capo on 2 nd Fret    Listen to the record for phrasing Chords: 054000   000340   000120   type(2)  777777 E type(2)  000000   Everything went from bad to worse money never changed a thing    Death kept followin’ trackin’ us down at least I heard your bluebird sing. Now somebody’s got to show their hand time is an enemy I know you’re long gone I guess it must be up to me.                 If I’d thought about it I never would’ve done it I guess I would’ve let it slide   If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’ the heart inside me would’ve died. I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity   Someone had to reach for the risin’ star I guess it was up to me.                 Oh the Union Central is pullin’ out and the orchids are in bloom   I’ve only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume.   In fourteen months I’ve only smiled once and I didn’t do it consciously Somebody’s got to find your trail I guess it must be up to me.                     type 2       It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch I’d just about convinced myself that nothin’ had changed that much    The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key Somebody had to unlock your heart He said it was up to me.                Well I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers’ club   I would’ve followed you in the door but I didn’t have a ticket stub. So I waited all night ’til the break of day hopin’ one of us could get free When the dawn came over the river bridge I knew it was up to me.                 Oh the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk   Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work. Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?   You looked a little burned out my friend I thought it might be up to me.                     type 2     Well I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat   She’s everything I need and love but I can’t be swayed by that.   It frightens me the awful truth of how sweet life can be   But she ain’t a-gonna make me move I guess it must be up to me.                     type 2     We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex   It didn’t amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.   When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penalty Somebody’s got to tell the tale I guess it must be up to me.                 Well Dupree came in pimpin’ tonight to the Thunderbird Cafe   Crystal wanted to talk to him I had to look the other way.   Well I just can’t rest without you love I need your company    But you ain’t a-gonna cross the line I guess it must be up to me.                  There’s a note left in the bottle you can give it to Estelle   She’s the one you been wond’rin’ about but there’s really nothin’ much to tell.   We both heard voices for a while now the rest is history    Somebody’s got to cry some tears I guess it must be up to me.                 So go on boys and play your hands life is a pantomime   The ringleaders from the county seat say you don’t have all that much time.    And the girl with me behind the shades she ain’t my property   One of us has got to hit the road I guess it must be up to me.                 And if we never meet again baby remember me    How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody.   And the harmonica around my neck I blew it for you free No one else could play that tune You know it was up to me.                   Outro:                  Type 2                  Type 2 type 2                   Type 2                   type 2          type 2               End