Bob Dylan - Dirge

^DmI hate myself for lovin' ^Gmyou ^DmAnd the weakness that I showed ^Gm... ^DmYou were just a ^Gmpainted face On a trip ^Dmdown Suicide Road^Am. ^BbThe stage was set, the ^Dmlights went out All arou^Gmnd the old hotel ^BbI hate myself for lovin' ^Ebyou And I'm gl^Bbad the cu^Cmrtain fell^Gm.

^DmI hate that foolish ^Gmgame we played ^DmAnd the need that was ^Gmexpressed ^DmAnd the mercy that you ^Gmshowed to me ^DmWhoever would have ^Amguessed ^BbI went out on Lower ^DmBroadway And I ^Gmfelt that place within That ^Bbhollow place where ^Ebmartyrs weep And ^Bbangels ^Cmplay with ^Gmsin

^DmHeard your songs of ^Gmfreedom ^DmAnd man forever ^Gmstripped ^DmActing out his ^Gmfolly While his ^Dmback is being ^Amwhipped ^BbLike a slave in ^Dmorbit He's ^Gmbeaten 'til he's tame ^BbAll for a moment's ^Ebglory And it's ^Bbdirty, ^Cmrotten ^Gmshame

^DmThere are those who worship ^Gmloneliness ^DmI'm not one of ^Gmthem ^DmIn this age of ^Gmfiberglass ^DmI'm searching for a ^Amgem ^BbThe crystal ball up on the ^Dmwall Hasn't ^Gmshown me nothing yet ^BbI've paid the price of ^Ebsolitude But at ^Bbleast I'm ^Cmout of ^Gmdebt

^DmCan't recall a ^Gmuseful thing ^DmYou ever did for ^Gmme ^Dm'Cept pat me on the ^Gmback one time ^DmWhen I was on my ^Amknees ^BbWe stared into each other's ^Dmeyes 'Til ^Gmone of us would break ^BbNo use to ^Ebapologize What ^Bbdiff'rence ^Cmwould it ^Gmmake

^DmSo sing your praise of ^Gmprogress And ^Dmof the Doom ^GmMachine ^DmThe naked truth is ^Gmstill tabu ^DmWhenever it can be ^Amseen ^BbLady Luck who ^Dmshines on me Will ^Gmtell you where I'm at ^BbI hate myself for ^Eblovin' you But I ^Bbshould get ^Cmover ^Gmthat