Bob Dylan

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Don't go looking at the moon tonight,
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ah don't get [...] by the moon tonight
C       G
no way

[Hey my molly won't you say goodbye]
[...] wondring why
I know it's alright but I don't cry
no way

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Rock me mama to the wind and rain,
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Rock me mama like a fast bound train
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Hey,
      C         G
mama, rock me.

Rock me mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey,
mama, rock me.

Rock me mama to the wind and rain,

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When I'd   asked why the painting was  deadly                no - body...

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Night after night you wander the streets of my mind
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Night after night, don't know what you think you will find
E
No place to go, nowhere to turn
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Everything around you seems to burn, burn, burn
            B
And there's never any mercy in sight,
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Night after Night
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Night after Night
B     A     E
Night after Night


Night after Night some nuke plant will blow up the world
Night after night another old man is in some young girl

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D
Seems like only yesterday
  Em
I left my mind behind
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Down in the Gypsy Cafe
       Em
With a friend of a friend of mine
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She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
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Yet spoke of life most free from slavery
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With eyes that showed no trace of misery
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A phrase in connection first with she
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I heard
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That love is just a four-letter word

Outside a rambling store-front window

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When first I came to London town
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A stranger I did come
    C        /b         Am    F
I'd walk the streets so silently
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I did not know no-one
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I was thinking thoughts and dreaming dreams
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The kind when you roll along
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But most of all I was thinking about
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the land I'd left back home

I'd stand by the river Themes

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My parents raised me tenderly
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I was their only son.
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My mind got mixed with ramblin'
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When I was all so young.
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An' I left my home the first time
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When I was twelve an' one.
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I'm a long time a-comin', Ma
     C              D
I'll be a long time gone.

On the western side of Texas
On the Texas plains
I tried to find a job of work
But they said I's young of age.
My eyes they burned when I heard
"Go home where you belong!"
I'm a long time a-comin'
I'll be a long time gone.

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B         E/b   B
Blue sky
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upon the horizon,
B            E/b  B
Private eye
   E/b   B      E/b  B  B7
is on my trail,
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And if I don't be there by morning
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She'll know that I
        E/b                B      E/b   B   E/b
must've spent the night in jail.

I been runnin'
from Memphis to LA
Had an appointment
set sometime for today
And if I don't be there by morning
She'll know that I
must have gone the other way.

D#m7                    G#m
 Finding my way back to you, girl,

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Well, your clock is gonna stop
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At Saint  Peter's gate.
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Ya gonna ask him what time it is,
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He's gonna say, "It's too late."
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Hey, hey!
    C               /b
I'd sure hate to be you           D           /f#   G           /e    /g
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