Bob Dylan

|:  C . Bb . F . C . :|
    

   C         F    C   Am G    C          F     C     Am  G
He love your sexy body,    he loves your dirty mind
   C     F        C    Am G  C        F      C     Am  G
He loves when you hold him,  grab him from behind
    

F  Em           F             Em
Oh baby, you're such a pretty thing
F                    Em                    G
I can't wait to introduce you to the other members of my gang
    

You don't need no wax job, you're smooth enough for me

C
Sylvie is a good ol' girl
                      G
From Florida, so they say.
    C       C7        F     Dm7-5
She came up here last April
   C         G     C
To pass some time away.
            

Now, won't you bring me a little water, Sylvie?
Bring me a little water now
Bring me a little water, Sylvie
For my tired brow
            

Sylvie came here Wednesday
She came this morning by the light of the dawn
She comes up here now nearly all of the time
to see if she can carry on
            

Mm, tell mama
Where'd ya sleep last nite?
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm

Hey, tell me baby
What's the matter here?
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm

Hey, stop the ol' train
Let a poor boy ride
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm

Hey, mister bartender
I swear I'm not too young
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm

Blow you whistle, policeman
My poor feet are trained to run
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, [Uhm. Ha ha] hm

Long distance operator
I hear this phone call is on the house
Can't you hear me cryin'?
Hm, hm

Ashes an' diamonds

    C                                   Dm/f        C
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Main Album version

Just to have mentioned it: the chords are simple enough, although a guitar player might prefer something like a capo on the third fret and the chords G, C/g, and D7 instead.

        C                        G/b       F/a   
Well, I wandered alone through a desert of stone
      C            G11    C
And I dreamt of my future wife 
   C                          F          C    
My sword's in my hand and I'm next in command
                                F/a  
In this version of death called life           *)
/b C                    F              C
My plate and my cup are right straight up 
                                 F/a
I took a rose from the hand of a child 
/b     C                   G/b   F/a
When I kiss your lips, the honey drips 

E                     A               E
  Well I got troubles, troubles on my mind
          A                                    E
Yes, when I got those troubles, troubles on my mind
                B7                 A                    E
Well, I'm gonna forget my troubles, leave my troubles behind,
  B7
behind

         E               A
I'm gonna swing it up
E                A
 Swing down,
E
 Grab my baby, and wind, wind, wind,
      A                                         E
well, swing your troubles, swing your troubles away

Unplugged version

(the Greatest hits version is basically the same, but with a capo on the 3rd fret)

  C                   A                   Dm7                 G
  :     .     .       :     .     .       :     .     .       :    .    .
|-3-----------3-----|-5-----------------|-8-----------5-----|-3--------------
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F#

Bm              A             E
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a gypsy queen,
Bm              A          E
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle all dressed in green,
Bm              D               E       F#
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle 'til the moon is blue,
F# [n.c.]
Wiggle 'til the moon sees you.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle in your boots and shoes,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, you got nothing to lose,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, like a swarm of bees,
Wiggle on your hands and knees.

E                                  (F#)
Wiggle to the front, wiggle to the rear,
Bm