My back pagesthe byrdswords and music by bob dylanintro: e esus4 (repeat 4 times)e c#m abmcrimson flames tied through my ears a b erollin' high and mighty trapse c#m abmpounced with fire on flaming roads a busing ideas as my maps c#m abm "we'll meet on edges, soon," said ia bproud 'neath heated brow. e a eah, but i was so much older then, a b e (intro riff twice)i'm younger than that now.half-wracked prejudice leaped forth"rip down all hate," i screamedlies that life is black and whitespoke from my skull. i dreamedromantic facts [flanks] of musketeersfoundationed deep, somehow.ah, but i was so much older then,bi'm younger than that now.[the next two verses were left out by the byrds]girls' faces formed the forward pathfrom phony jealousyto memorizing politicsof ancient historyflung down by corpse evangelistsunthought of, though, somehow.ah, but i was so much older then,i'm younger than that now.a self-ordained professor's tonguetoo serious to foolspouted out that libertyis just equality in school"equality," i spoke the wordas if a wedding vow.ah, but i was so much older then,i'm younger than that now.[the byrds pick it up here]in a soldier's stance, i aimed my handat the mongrel dogs who teachfearing not that i'd become my enemyin the instant that i preachmy pathway led [sisters fled] by confusion boatsmutiny from stern to bow.ah, but i was so much older then,i'm younger than that now.[12-string guitar solo followed by the refrain]yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threatstoo noble to neglectdeceived me into thinkingi had something to protectgood and bad, i define these termsquite clear, no doubt, somehow.ah, but i was so much older then,i'm younger than that now.