Bob Dylan - Desolation row

T^Dhey're selling postcards of the hanging T^Em7hey're painting the passports brown^{D Dsus4 D} T^Ahe beauty parlor is filled with sailors T^Em7he circus is in town^{D Dsus4 D D}Here comes the blind commissioner T^Em7hey've got him in a trance^{D Dsus4 D} O^Ane hand is tied to the tight-rope walker T^Em7he other is in his pants^{D Dsus4 D} And th^Em7e riot squad they're restless They n^Dee^Dsus4d some^Dwhere to go ^Em7 As ^DLady and I look out to^Anight F^Em7rom Desolation Row ^{D Dsus4 D}