Bob Dylan - Wicked messenger

There ^Gwas a wicked messenger From Eli he did ^Fcome With a ^Gmind that multiplied the smallest matter When ^Gquestioned who had sent for him He answered with his ^Fthumb For his ^Gtongue it could not speak, but only flatter

He ^Gstayed behind the assembly hall It was there he made his ^Fbed Often^Gtimes he could be seen returning Un^Gtil one day he just appeared With a note in his hand which ^Fread "The ^Gsoles of my feet, I swear they're burning"

Oh, the ^Gleaves began to falling And the seas began to ^Fpart And the ^Gpeople that confronted him were many And ^Ghe was told but these few words Which opened up his ^Fheart "If ye ^Gcannot bring good news, then don't bring any"