Meet Me in the Morning

Meet Me in the Morning Meet Me in the Morning {c:Words and music Bob Dylan Released on Blood on the Tracks (1975) {c:(I give the full chords, but Dylan mostly (only?) plays on the three-four highest strings. The second guitar plays standard blues keys in standard tuning)} : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . ---0---|----3^-0--0-----0----0---|----3^-0--0----------0---| -2-----|---------(3)----0--2-----|---------(3)----0--2-----| -1-----|---(0)----------0--1-----|----------------0--1-----| -------|-0-----------0-----------|-0-----------0-----------| -------|-------------------------|-------------------------| -------|-------------------------|-------------------------| (=lick 1) : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . |----3^-0--0--------------|----3^-0--0----------0---| |--------(3)--------------|-0-------(3)----0--2-----| |----0--------------------|0---------------0--1-----| |-0-----------------------|-------------0-----------| |-------------------------|-------------------------| |-------------------------|-------------------------| : . : . : . : . : . : . |---------12--12----------0---|----------- |-----------------------------|----------- |-----/12---------------12----|----------- |----------------------0------|----------- |-----------------------------|----------- |-----------------------------|----------- (=lick 2) Meet me . . . E E7 A |E . . A |E . . . | Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha (2x lick 2) A E . . . |. . . . | (2x lick 1) Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha B7 Honey, we could be in Kansas A E By time the snow begins to thaw. They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn But you wouldn't know it by me Every day's been darkness since you been gone. Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind Well, I feel just like that rooster Honey, ya treat me so unkind. The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed Well, the birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed Well now, I ain't got any matches And the station doors are closed. Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above Well, you know I even outran the hound dogs Honey, you know I've earned your love. Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship Ain't that just like my heart, babe When you kissed my lips?