Bob Dylan

D D A/e     E A

|: D/a D/a A    :|

                   A        D/a         A
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
(D/a)   A/e      E              A
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
D/a        A                        D/a    A
   You can almost think that you're seein' double
(D/a) A/e        E                    A
On a  cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
E                          D     A
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
           E                       D       A
Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece.

There

  G                                                     F
  :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :
|-----6---3-------|-----------------|-----------------|-1---------
|-------------6---|-3---------------|-----------------|-1---------
|-----------------|-----5---3-------|-----------------|-2---------
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Album version I (slow):

D

        D
May God bless and keep you always
         F#m/c#
May your wishes all come true
        Em/b
May you always do for others
        G             D
And let others do for you
        D
May you build a ladder to the stars
    F#m/c#
And climb on every rung
        Em   A(sus4-A) D
May you stay    forever young
        A         Bm
Forever young, forever young
        D   A        D
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth

F . . . |Em . Dm . |C . Csus4 . |C . .

          F      Em         Dm           C       Csus4 C
When your mother sends back all your invitations
         F              Em     Dm   G        /f /e /d
And your father to your sister he explains
            C            F                    C        (/c /b /Bb) Am
That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations
C/g            F/g           C       F
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
C              F(/g)         C
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you

A                      Amaj7
Standing on the waters casting your bread
          Bm/a                      E/a           A
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
A                     Amaj7
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
         Bm/a                 E/a               
You were born with a snake in both of your fists
                       A
 while a hurricane was blowing.
Bm      E                          A
Freedom just around the corner for you
         Bm               E                     A   D

A
You may be an ambassador to England or France,

You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,

You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,

You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

                         D
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
                     A
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
      E                      D7
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
                         A
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Intro:
             Am
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---5-------|-5---------------|-----------------|--------(7)b8-----|-7---------------|
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G      C     G/b G            C     G/b   D/a    G
 Lenny Bruce is  dead but his ghost lives on and on
G         D              C      G           C       G/b Am G D
Never did get any Golden Globe award, never made it to  Syna-non.
C C           G      C(/g)       G
    He was an outlaw, that's for sure,
C(/g)        G           C G/b Am  G   D/f#    (C/e)
  More of an outlaw than you   e - ver were.
G      C     G/b G            C        G/b    D7 C/d   G
 Lenny Bruce is  gone but his spirit's livin' on   and on.

Maybe he had some problems, 

Album version

Dropped C tuning (C-A-d-g-b-e’)
Capo 4th fret (sounding key E major)

Highway 61 Revisited version

C                    Dm7
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
    C/e                   F              G
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
C                    Dm7                 C/e
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
    F                     G
You thought they were all    kiddin' you
F           G
 You used to laugh about
F                  G
 Everybody that was hangin' out
F         C/e  Dm7     C
 Now you don't talk so loud
F         C/e  Dm7     C
 Now you don't seem so proud