Misc Mashups - Bob dylan medley

^GYou must leave now, take what you need, you ^Fthink will ^Clast But what^Gever you wish to keep, you better ^Fgrab it ^Cfast ^DmYonder stands your ^Forphan with his ^Cgun ^DmCrying like a ^Ffire in the ^Csun ^E7Look out the saints are ^Fcoming ^Gthrough And ^Dmit's all over ^Fnow, Baby ^CBlue.

^GLeave your stepping stones behind, something^F calls for ^Cyou. Forget t^Ghe dead you've left, they will not^F follow ^Cyou. ^DmThe vagabond who's ^Frapping at your ^Cdoor ^DmIs standing in th^Fe clothes that ^Cyou once wore. ^E7Strike another match, go^F start ^Ganew And ^Dmit's all over ^Fnow, Baby ^CBlue.

^CThey sat together in the park ^Cmaj7as the evening sky grew dark ^C7She looked at him and he felt a spark ^Ftingle to his bones ^FmIt was then he felt alone and ^Cwished that ^Ghe'd gone ^Fstraight ^CAnd watched out for a ^Gsimple twist of fate ^C

^CA saxophone someplace far off played ^Cmaj7as she was walking on by the arcade ^C7As the light bust through a beat-up shade where ^Fhe was waking up, She dropped a ^Fmcoin into the cup of a ^Cblind man ^Gat the ^Fgate ^CAnd forgot about his ^Gsimple twist of fate ^C

^CHe woke up, the room was bare, ^Cmaj7he didn't see her anywhere ^C7He told himself he didn't care, pushed the ^Fwindow open wide, Felt an ^Fmemptiness inside to which he ^Cjust could ^Gnot re^Flate ^CBrought on by a ^Gsimple twist of fate ^C

^CPeople tell me its a sin ^Cmaj7to know and feel too much within ^C7I still believe she was my twin, ^Fbut I lost the ring ^FmShe was born in spring, but ^CI was ^Gborn too ^Flate ^CBlame it on a ^Gsimple twist of fate ^C

^CWilliam Zan^Amzinger killed ^Empoor Hattie Carroll With a ^Ccane that he ^Amtwirled 'round his ^Emdiamond ring finger At a ^CBaltimore ^Amhotel so^Emciety gatherin' And the ^Ccops was called ^Amin and his ^Emweapon took from him As they ^Crode him in ^Amcustody ^Emdown to the station And booked ^CWilliam Zan^Amzinger for ^Emfirst degree murder

But ^Fyou ^Gwho phi^Closophise dis^Amgrace And ^Fcriti^Gcise all ^Cfears ^FTake the ^Grag a^Cway from your ^Amface ^FNow ain't the ^Gtime for your ^Ctears

In the ^Ccourtroom of ^Amhonour the judge ^Empounded his gavel To ^Cshow that all's ^Amequal and that the ^Emcourts are on the level And that the ^Cstrings in the ^Ambooks ain't ^Empulled and persuaded And that ^Ceven the ^Amnobles get ^Emproperly handled ^COnce that the ^Amcops have chased ^Emafter and caught 'em And that the ^Cladder of ^Amlaw has no ^Emtop and no bottom ^CStared at the ^Amperson who ^Emkilled for no reason Who just ^Chappened to be ^Amfeelin' that ^Emway without warnin' And he ^Cspoke through his ^Amcloak most ^Emdeep and distinguished And ^Chanded out ^Amstrongly for ^Empenalty and repentance ^CWilliam Zan^Amzinger with a ^Emsix-month sentence G

Ah but ^Fyou ^Gwho phi^Closophise dis^Amgrace And ^Fcriti^Gcise all ^Cfears ^FBury the ^Grag ^Cdeep in your ^Amface For ^Fnow's the ^Gtime for your ^Ctears

Oh, the ^Cragman draws ^Amcircles ^CUp and down the ^Amblock I’d ^Cask him what the ^Ammatter was But I ^Fknow that he don’t ^G(7)talk And the ^Fladies treat me ^Ckindly And they f^Amurnish me with t^Cape But ^Amdeep inside my ^Cheart I ^Fknow I can’t es^Ccape ^EmOh Mama, can this really be the end? To be ^Cstuck in^G/Bside of ^AmMobile, ^C/GWith the ^F/GMemphis blues a^Cgain?

Well, ^CShakespeare, he’s in the ^Amalley With his ^Cpointed shoes and his ^Ambells ^C Speaking to some ^AmFrench girl Who ^Fsays she knows me ^Gwell And ^FI would send a ^Cmessage To f^Amind out if she’s ^Ctalked But the ^Ampost office has been ^Cstolen And the ^Fmailbox is ^Clocked ^EmOh Mama, can this really be the end? To be ^Cstuck in^G/Bside of ^AmMobile, ^C/GWith the ^FMemphis ^F/Gblues a^Cgain?

^CGrandpa died last ^Amweek And now he’s ^Cburied in the ^Amrocks But ^Ceverybody still ^Amtalks about How ^Fbadly they were ^Gshocked But ^Fme, I expected it to ^Chappen I ^Amknew he’d lost con^Ctrol When he ^Ambuilt a fire on ^CMain Street And ^Fshot it full of ^Choles ^EmOh Mama, can this really be the end? To be ^Cstuck in^G/Bside of ^AmMobile, ^C/GWith the ^FMemphis ^F/Gblues a^Cgain?

^CI've seen lo^Cmaj7ve go by my door ^FIt's never been this close before ^CNever been ^Cmaj7so easy or so ^G7slow ^CBeen shootin' in^Cmaj7 the dark too long ^FIf something's not right it's wrong ^CYou're gonna make me ^Glonesome when you ^Cgo

^CPurple clover^Cmaj7 Queen Anne lace ^FCrimson hair across your face ^CYou can make ^Cmaj7me cry if you don't ^G7know ^CCan't remember ^Cmaj7what I was thinking of ^FYou might be spoiling me too much love ^CYou're gonna make me ^Glonesome when you ^Cgo

^GFlowers on the hillside blooming ^Ccrazy ^GCrickets talking back and forth in ^Crhyme ^D7Blue river running slow and lazy ^FI could spend forever with you and ^Gnever realise the time

^CSituations h^Cmaj7ave ended sad ^FRelationships have all been bad ^CMine have bee^Cmaj7n like Verlaine's and ^G7Rimbaud ^CBut there’s no way ^Cmaj7I can compare ^FAll those scenes to this affair ^CYou're gonna make me ^Glonesome when you ^Cgo