Date: Fri, 03 Apr 1998 10:19:37 From: marcocingolani@usa.net Subject: Bob Dylan - Lovesick Dylan Bob Lovesick

^AmI'm Walkin' ^F Through streets that are dead. ^Am Walkin', ^F Walkin' with you in my head. ^Am My feet are so tired, my brain^F is so wired, ^E ^D And the clouds are weepin'. ^Am ^AmDid I ^F Hear someone tell a lie. ^Am Did I ^F Hear someone's distant cry. ^Am I spoke like a child, you just^F struck me with a smile, ^E ^D While I was sleepin'. ^Am ^F ^D I'm sick of love, ^F ^D And I'm in the thick of it. ^Am ^F ^D This kind of love, ^F ^D I'm so sick of i^Amt.

Then in the same way: I see I see lovers in the meadow. I see I see sillouettes in the window. I watched them 'till they're gone, and they leave me hangin' on, To a shadow. I'm sick of love, I hear the clock tick. This kind of love, I'm lovesick. Sometimes The silence can be like - thunder. Sometimes I wanna take to the road and - plunder. Could you ever be true, I think of you, And I wonder.

^F ^D I'm sick of love, ^F ^D I wish I never met you. ^Am ^F ^D I'm sick of love, ^F ^D I'm tryin' to forget you. ^Am Just don'^Amt know what to do, I'd give anythin^Fg to ^F ^EBe with y^Amou.

>From Marco ( marcocingolani@usa.net)