Bob Dylan – Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands (Guitar)

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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,

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And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,

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And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,

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Oh, who do they think could bury you?

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With your pockets well protected at last,

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And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,

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And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,

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who could they get to carry you?

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Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

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Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

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My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

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Should I put them by your gate,

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Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

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With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, 

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And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,

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And your basement clothes and your hollow face,

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Who among them can think he could outguess you?

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With your silhouette when the sunlight dims

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Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,

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And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,

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Who among them would try to impress you?

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Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

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Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

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My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

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Should I put them by your gate,

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Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

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The kings of Tyrus with their convict list

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Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,

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And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,

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But who among them really wants just to kiss you?

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With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,

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And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,

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And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,

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Who among them do you think could resist you?

Dm                   C  G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

Dm                                   C  G7  G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

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My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

Dm                         G7   G
Should I put them by your gate,

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Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

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Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide

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To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.

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But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?

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Oh, how could they ever mistake you?

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They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,

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But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,

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And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,

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How could they ever, ever persuade you?

Dm                   C  G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

Dm                                   C  G7  G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

   C   G     F     C  F    C  G7
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

Dm                         G7   G
Should I put them by your gate,

Dm                          C    G
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

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With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,

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And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,

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And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,

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Who among them do you think would employ you?

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Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole

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With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,

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And your saint like face and your ghostlike soul,

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Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?

Dm                   C  G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

Dm                                   C  G7  G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

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My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

Dm                         G7   G
Should I put them by your gate,

Dm                          C    G
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?