Hiding Too Long

Written by Bob Dylan
Performed once, in the Town Hall, NY, 12 April 1963
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem

Capo 2nd fret (sounding key A major)

The tune is a close relative to the tune of Oxford Town. The guitar part differs widely: it is rather a slow, triple-time, quite bluesy thing.

Both in the guitar and in the singing, the tone Bb is prominent, which of course clashes with the B in the G major chord of the guitar -- which of course is how it's intended. In the guitar this is accomplished either with the high Bb (as in the second measure of the intro) or the low Bb on the fifth string (I've indicated this in the tab by using “bb” for the high and “Bb” for the low Bb), which is frequently hammered-on from the open string, as in the third verse:

  :   .   .     :   .   .     :   .   .
..boy in  prison

The same figure recurs in later verses (in verse 4 with one measure less, in verse 5 with hammer-ons on all the Bbs). The chords of verse 3 are used in the subsequent verses.


  G             /Bb               G7/f
  :   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .     :   .   .
  :   .   .     :   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .      x7
Come you phoney super-patriotic people that say
That hating and fearing is my only way
That this here country has got to be
       /Bb             /g                /d          G
You're thinking of your sales, you ain't thinking of me.

You're not thinking of any George Washington
You're not thinking of any Thomas Jefferson
But you say that you are and you lie and mislead
                                       D            G
You use their names for your aims, for your selfish greed.

G                 G/Bb
Don't speak to me of your patriotism
         C                        G/Bb
When you throw the Southern black boy in prison
And you say the only good niggers are the ones that have died
      /g-bb       /g         /f /d   G
Don't think I'll  ever stand on your side.
 .     :     .   .     :   .   .     :   .   .     :
Don't  think I'll      e - ver stand on      your  side
Though you make it so hard for me to love
My face will never feel the slap of your glove
My hands will never buy the cards that you play
   /g-bb           /g-bb     /g  /f        /d  G
My feet will never walk down the road that you lay.

Get out in the open, stop standing afar
Let the whole world see what a hypocrite you are
I ain't joking and it ain't no gag
You bin hiding too long behind the American flag.