Bob Dylan - Motorpsycho nitemare

I^G pounded on a farmhouse Lookin' for a place to stay I was mighty, mighty tired, I had come a long, long way I said, ^C"Hey, hey, in there Is there anybody home ' I was ^Gstandin' on the steps, Feelin' most alone Well, ^Dout comes a farmer He must have thought that I was nuts He ^Gimmediately looked at me and stuck a gun into my guts