Bob Dylan - Mr tambourine man

^BbHey, Mr. ^CTambourine Man, ^Fplay a song for ^Bbme I'm not ^Fsleepy, and there ^Bbis no place I'm ^Cgoing to ^BbHey, Mr. ^CTambourine Man, ^Fplay a song for ^Bbme In the ^Fjingle jangle ^Bbmorning I'll come ^Cfollowing ^Fyou

^BbThough I know that evenings ^Cempire has ^Freturned into ^Bbsand ^FVanished from my ^Bbhand Left me ^Fblindly here to ^Bbstand, but still not ^Csleeping My ^Bbweariness a^Cmazes me, I'm ^Fbranded on my ^Bbfeet I ^Fhave no one to ^Bbmeet And the ^Fancient empty ^Bbstreet's too dead for ^Cdreaming

^BbHey, Mr. ^CTambourine Man, ^Fplay a song for ^Bbme I'm not ^Fsleepy, and there ^Bbis no place I'm ^Cgoing to ^BbHey, Mr. ^CTambourine Man, ^Fplay a song for ^Bbme In the ^Fjingle jangle ^Bbmorning I'll come ^Cfollowing ^Fyou

^BbTake me on a ^Ctrip upon your ^Fmagic swirling ^Bbship My ^Fsenses have been ^Bbstripped, my ^Fhands can't feel to ^Bbgrip My ^Ftoes too numb to ^Bbstep, wait ^Fonly for my ^Bbboot heels To be ^Cwandering I'm ^Bbready to go ^Canywhere, I'm ^Fready for to ^Bbfade In^Fto my own pa^Bbrade, cast your ^Fdancing spell my ^Bbway I promise to go ^Cunder it

^BbHey, Mr. ^CTambourine Man, ^Fplay a song for ^Bbme I'm not ^Fsleepy, and there ^Bbis no place I'm ^Cgoing to ^BbHey, Mr. ^CTambourine Man, ^Fplay a song for ^Bbme In the ^Fjingle jangle ^Bbmorning I'll come ^Cfollowing ^Fyou

^BbThough you might hear laughing, ^Cspinning, swinging ^Fmadly across the ^Bbsun It's not ^Faimed at any^Bbone, it's just es^Fcaping on the ^Bbrun And but ^Ffor the sky there ^Bbare no fences ^Cfacing And ^Bbif you hear vague ^Ctraces of ^Fskipping reels of ^Bbrhyme To your ^Ftambourine in ^Bbtime, it's just a ^Fragged clown be^Bbhind I wouldn't ^Fpay it any ^Bbmind, it's just a ^Fshadow you're ^BbSeeing that he's ^Cchasing

^BbHey, Mr. ^CTambourine Man, ^Fplay a song for ^Bbme I'm not ^Fsleepy, and there ^Bbis no place I'm ^Cgoing to ^BbHey, Mr. ^CTambourine Man, ^Fplay a song for ^Bbme In the ^Fjingle jangle ^Bbmorning I'll come ^Cfollowing ^Fyou

Then ^Bbtake me disa^Cppearing through the ^Fsmoke rings of my ^Bbmind Down the ^Ffoggy ruins of ^Bbtime, far ^Fpast the frozen ^Bbleaves The ^Fhaunted, frightened ^Bbtrees, out ^Fto the windy ^Bbbeach Far ^Ffrom the twisted ^Bbreach of crazy ^Csorrow Yes, to ^Bbdance beneath the ^Cdiamond sky with ^Fone hand waving ^Bbfree Silhou^Fetted by the ^Bbsea, circled ^Fby the circus ^Bbsands With all ^Fmemory and ^Bbfate driven ^Fdeep beneath the ^Bbwaves Let me for^Fget about ^Bbtoday until to^Cmorrow

^BbHey, Mr. ^CTambourine Man, ^Fplay a song for ^Bbme I'm not ^Fsleepy, and there ^Bbis no place I'm ^Cgoing to ^BbHey, Mr. ^CTambourine Man, ^Fplay a song for ^Bbme In the ^Fjingle jangle ^Bbmorning I'll come ^Cfollowing ^Fyou