Jakob Dylan - Lend a hand

^DmBlackbird sitting on an^Gm open gate ^DmCattle out walking the pl^A7ains ^DmWest wind blowing in w^Gmaist-high wheat ^ASideways in the ra^Dmin

^DmBloodhound spent, can't g^Gmet no trail ^DmAin't no sign of ^A7man Wanna g^Dmet ourselves on the str^Gmaight and the narrow Gonna ne^Aed a better p^Dmlan

^DmRoll your sleeves up Hold back the da^Gmm Fil^Dml these bags with sa^A7nd Every ^Dmyoung boy, woman And e^Gmvery man Has g^Aot to lend a ^Dmhand

^DmIt ain't no old wives tale, it a^Gmin't no fable ^DmPayback is coming aro^A7und ^DmThe hourglass is sitting t^Gmhere on the table Fi^Alled on both sides ^Dmnow

^DmThe work is potluck, gr^Gmab a hatchet ^DmWear any glove that f^A7its ^DmYou can't take a punch, well ^Gmyou might as well quit Won't ^Amatter how hard you^Dm hit

^DmRoll your sleeves up Shovel the l^Gmand R^Dmise up and learn how to ^A7stand Now, you're a too^Dmthless woman Or ^Gma one armed man You t^Aoo got to lend a ^Dmhand

^CWe're losing daylight, you got to be swift ^DmYou ain't got brains that you can lift ^CBe an optimist and see the glass half full ^A7You don't got to like what you've got in it

^DmWhen your father gets home he's gonna ^Gmturn on the lights ^DmWe're up to our throats in k^A7nifes ^DmHis eyes will flash and his tee^Gmth will grind He'll say, ^A"You're on your own, l^Dmook alive!"

^DmSuppose I quit you, my ^Gmwayward tribe ^DmWhatever would you ^A7do? Now t^Dmake me to Hades, or ^Gmtake me to Memphis Just don't^A take me for one of^Dm you

^DmRoll your sleeves up The fat lady s^Gmang ^DmGrab your buckets and ^A7cans Come ^Dmover the border Your ^Gmpapers in order You ^Atoo got to lend a ^Dmhand

^DmRoll your sleeves up Hold back the ^Gmdam ^DmFill these bags with s^A7and Every ^Dmyoung boy, woman And every ^Gmtired old man You ^Atoo got to lend a^Dm hand