Bob Dylan - Fourth time around

^FWhen ^Bbshe said, "D^Fon't waste y^Bbour words, they're ^Fjust lies^Bb," I cried^F she was deaf. And she wo^Bbrked on my ^Fface until br^Bbeaking my eyes,^F Then said, &qu^Bbot;What else you ^Fgot left'" It was t^Amhen that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't fo^Gmrget, Ev'ryb^Fody must g^Bbive something back^F For s^Bbomething they get.&^Fquot;^{Bb F Bb}

^FI st^Bbood there and ^Fhummed, I ta^Bbpped on her ^Fdrum and ^Bbasked her how c^Fome. And she ^Bbbuttoned her ^Fboot, And str^Bbaightened her suit,^F Then she s^Bbaid, "Don't ^Fget cute." So I ^Amforced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs, ^Gm And ^Fgallantly h^Bbanded her My^F very l^Bbast peice of gum. ^{F Bb F Bb}

^FShe th^Bbrew me outs^Fide, I st^Bbood in the d^Firt where ^Bbev'ry-one wal^Fked. And ^Bbafter finding ^FI'd For^Bbgotten my shirt,^F I we^Bbnt back and kn^Focked. I ^Amwaited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense,^Gm Out of that p^Ficture of ^Bbyou in your wheel^Fchair That lea^Bbned up against... ^{F Bb F Bb}

^FHer ^BbJamaican ^Frum And w^Bbhen she did c^Fome, I ^Bbasked her for so^Fme. She ^Bbsaid, "^F;No, dear." ^BbI said, "Your word^Fs aren't clear^Bb, You'd better ^Fspit out your gum." She ^Amscreamed till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor,^Gm And I ^Fcovered her u^Bbp and then Thoug^Fht I'd go l^Bbook through her drawer. ^{F Bb F Bb}

^FAnd wh^Bben I was t^Fhrough, I fi^Bblled up my ^Fshoe And ^Bbbrought it to y^Fou. And you, ^Bbyou took me ^Fin, Y^Bbou loved me then,^F You ^Bbdidn't waste t^Fime. And I, I ^Bbnever took ^Fmuch, I never a^Bbsked for your crutch,^F Now do^Bbn't ask for mine.^{F Bb F}