Joan Baez – Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands (Guitar)

          B       D#m   E                 F#
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,

D#m          E           F#
Who did they think could bury you?

          B       D#m     E         F#
With your pockets well protected at last,

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And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,

         E          D#m            E         B
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,

D#m            E           F#
Who would they get to ever carry you?

C#m         E          B   F#
  Sad eyed lady of the lowlands,

C#m                  E                 B      F#
  Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes,

   B   D#m   E   B     E D#m C#m  B  F#
My warehouse eyes, my Ara -  bi - an drums,

G#m                        C#m
 Should I put them by your gate,

            E              B
Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?

          B           D#m            E         F#
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,

         B       D#m   E           F#
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,

         E           D#m           E      B
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,

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Who among them can think he could outguess you?

          B     D#m           E        F#
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims

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  Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,

         E            D#m          E     F#
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,

     D#m             E         F#
Who among them would try to impress you?

C#m         E          B   F#
  Sad eyed lady of the lowlands,

C#m                  E                 B      F#
  Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes,

   B   D#m   E   B     E D#m C#m  B  F#
My warehouse eyes, my Ara -  bi - an drums,

G#m                          C#m
 Should I leave them by your gate,

            E              B
Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?

    B        D#m              E       F#
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list

    B          D#m               E     F#
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,

        E        D#m           E           B
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,

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But who among them really wants just to kiss you?

          B         D#m            E        F#
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,

         B       D#m              E        F#
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,

         E      D#m            E      F#
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,

     D#m              E             F#
Who among them do you think could resist you?

C#m         E          B   F#
  Sad eyed lady of the lowlands,

C#m                  E                 B      F#
  Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes,

   B   D#m   E   B     E D#m C#m  B  F#
My warehouse eyes, my Ara -  bi - an drums,

G#m                          C#m
 Should I leave them by your gate,

            E              B
Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?

    B               D#m          E              F#
The farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide

   B                  D#m             E                  F#
To show you where the dead angels were that they used to hide.

    E                 D#m         E                B
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?

D#m            E       F#
How could they ever mistake you?

     B              D#m        E             F#
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,

             B           D#m          E            F#
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,

             E          D#m     E                  F#
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,

D#m            E              F#
How could they ever have persuaded you?

C#m         E          B   F#
  Sad eyed lady of the lowlands,

C#m                  E                 B      F#
  Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes,

   B   D#m   E   B     E D#m C#m  B  F#
My warehouse eyes, my Ara -  bi - an drums,

G#m                          C#m
 Should I leave them by your gate,

            E              B
Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?

          B           D#m       E        F#
With your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row,

         B           D#m      E                   F#
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,

         E           D#m           E                   B
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,

     D#m              E             F#
Who among them do you think would employ you?

        B               D#m           E         F#
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole,

          B       D#m            E              F#
With your holy medallion in your fingers now to hold,

         E         D#m           E         F#
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,

     D#m                  E                F#
Who among them could ever think he could destroy you?

C#m         E          B   F#
  Sad eyed lady of the lowlands,

C#m                  E                 B      F#
  Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes,

   B   D#m   E   B     E D#m C#m  B  F#
My warehouse eyes, my Ara -  bi - an drums,

G#m                          C#m
 Should I leave them by your gate,

            E              B
Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?

B D#m G#m F#
(fade out)