Bob Dylan - Day of the locusts

Oh, the ^Gbenches were stained with ^Ctears and ^C/Bperspir^Amation The ^Gbirdies were flying from t^Cree ^C/Bto tree^Am There was ^Glittle to say, there was n^Co c^C/Bonversa^Amtion As I ^Gstepped to the stage to pick ^Cup m^C/By degre^Ame And the ^Glocusts sang o^Cff i^C/Bn the d^Amistance Yeah, the ^Glocusts sang such a ^Csweet^C/B melody^Am Oh, the ^Glocusts sang o^Cff in^C/B the di^Amstance Yeah, the l^Gocusts sang and they were ^Csing^C/Bing ^Amfor ^Gme

I^G glanced into the chamber ^Cwhere the ^C/Bjudges ^Amwere talking Da^Grkness was everywhere, it ^Csmelled li^C/Bke a to^Ammb I^G was ready to leave, I was^C already w^C/Balking ^Am Bu^Gt the next time I looked t^Chere was l^C/Bight in^Am the room A^Gnd the locusts sang, yeah,^C it give m^C/Be a chi^Amll ^GOh, the locusts sang such ^Ca sweet me^C/Blody ^Am O^Gh, the locusts sang their ^Chigh whini^C/Bng tril^Aml ^GYeah, the locusts sang and^C they were^C/B singin^Amg for me

O^Gutside of the gates the tr^Cucks were ^C/Bunloadi^Amng Th^Ge weather was hot, a-nearl^Cy 90 degre^C/Bes ^Am Th^Ge man standing next to me,^C his head ^C/Bwas exp^Amloding We^Gll, I was praying the piec^Ces wouldn’^C/Bt fall ^Amon me Ye^Gah, the locusts sang off i^Cn the dist^C/Bance ^Am Y^Geah, the locusts sang such^C a sweet m^C/Belody ^Am Oh^G, the locusts sang off in ^Cthe distan^C/Bce ^Am A^Gnd the locusts sang and th^Cey were si^C/Bnging f^Amor me

I ^Gput down my robe, ^Cpicked ^C/Bup my d^Amiploma To^Gok hold of my sweetheart and ^Caway ^C/Bwe did ^Amdrive St^Graight for the hills, the ^Cblack ^C/Bhills of ^AmDakota Sur^Ge was glad to get out of t^Chere alive^{C/B Am} An^Gd the locusts sang, well, ^Cit give me^C/B a chil^Aml Ye^Gah, the locusts sang such ^Ca sweet me^C/Blody ^Am An^Gd the locusts sang with a ^Chigh whini^C/Bng tril^Aml Y^Geah, the locusts sang and ^Cthey was s^C/Binging ^Amfor me S^Ginging for me, well, singi^Cng for me ^{C/B Am}