Bob Dylan - 4th time around

^EWhen ^Ashe said, "Do^En't waste y^Aour words, they're j^Eust lies," I cr^Aied she was d^Eeaf. ^A And ^Eshe work^Aed on my f^Eace unt^Ail breaking my ^Eeyes, Then s^Aaid, "What else you ^Egot left^A?" It was ^B7then that I got up to leave But she said, "Don'^F#mt forget, Every^Ebody must ^Agive something ^Eback For some^Athing they ^Eget."^A;

^EI stood there and h^Aummed, I t^Eapped on her drum and a^Asked her how ^Ecome. ^AAnd she button^Eed her b^Aoot, ^EAnd stra^Aightened he^Er su^Ait^E, ^AThen she sa^Eid, "Do^An't get cute." So I forced my hands in my^F#m pockets ^EAnd felt with^A my thu^Embs, ^EAnd gallantl^Ay handed ^Eher ^AMy very last pie^Ece of g^Aum.

S^Ehe threw me ou^Atside, I stood^E in the dirt where^A ev'ryone ^Ewalked. ^AAnd after fin^Eding I^A'd ^EForgot^Aten my^E shirt,^{A E A}I went back ^Eand knock^Aed. I ^B7waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make se^F#mnse ^EOut of that pict^Aure of you in your wh^Eeelchair ^AThat leaned up^E a^Against . . .

H^Eer Jamaican^A rum And whe^En she did come, ^AI asked her for^E some. ^AShe said, &q^Euot;^ANo, dear." ^EI said, &^Aquot;Your ^Ewords are^An't cle^Ear, ^AYou'd better spit o^Eut your gu^Am." ^B7She screamed till her face got so red Then she fell on the f^F#mloor, ^EAnd I covered ^Aher up and t^Ehen ^AThought I'd go look^E through her d^Arawer.

^EAnd, when I was thro^Augh ^EI fill^Aed up my ^Eshoe ^AAnd brought^E it to yo^Au. ^EAnd ^Ayou, yo^Eu to^Aok me in, ^{E A}You loved ^Eme then^{A B7}You didn't waste time. And I, I never took ^F#mmuch, ^EI never asked^A for your c^Erutch. ^ANow don't a^Esk for m^Aine.