Bob Dylan - Its all over now baby blue

^GYou must leave now, take what you need, you think will las^Ct ^GBut whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fas^Ct ^DmYonder stands your o^Frphan with his^C gun ^DmCrying like a ^Ffire in the^C sun ^ELook out the saints are comin'^G through ^DmAnd it's all over ^Fnow, Baby B^Clue

T^Ghe highway is for gamblers, better use yo^Cur sense ^GTake what you have gathered from coincidenc^Ce ^DmThe empty-handed ^Fpainter from your^C streets ^DmIs drawing crazy ^Fpatterns on your s^Cheets ^EThis sky, too, is folding under ^Gyou ^DmAnd it's all over ^Fnow, Baby^C Blue

A^Gll your seasick sailors, they are rowing h^Come Al^Gl your reindeer armies, are all going ^Chome ^DmThe lover who just^F walked out your ^Cdoor ^DmHas taken all his ^Fblankets from the^C floor ^EThe carpet, too, is moving under^G you ^DmAnd it's all over now, Baby ^CBlue

L^Geave your stepping stones behind, something calls for ^Cyou ^GForget the dead you've left, they will not follow you^{C Dm}The vagabond who's ^Frapping at your ^Cdoor ^DmIs standing in the ^Fclothes that you once^C wore ^EStrike another match, go start ^Ga new ^DmAnd it's all over ^Fnow, Baby^C Blue