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SAD-EYED LADY OF THE LOWLANDS

Bob Dylan

Where you see [G7*], play [G7sus4][G7][G7sus2][G7]


With your [C] mercury [G] mouth
In the [F] missionary [Dm7] times, [G7]
And your [C] eyes like [G] smoke
And your [F] prayers like [Dm] rhymes, [G7]
And your [F] silver [Em] cross,
And your [Dm7] voice like [G7] chimes,
Oh, [C] who do they [Dm7] think could [G7*] bury you?

With your [C] pockets [G] well
[F] Protected at [Dm7] last, [G7]
And your [C] streetcar [G] visions
Which you [F] place on the [Dm] grass, [G7]
And your [F] flesh like [Em] silk,
And your [Dm7] face like [G7] glass,
[C] Who could they [Dm7] get to [G7*] carry you?

[Dm] Sad eyed lady of the [C] low-[G7]-lands,
[Dm] Where the sad eyed prophet says that [C] no man [G7] comes,
My [C] ware-[Em]-house [F] eyes,
[C] My [F] Arabi-[C]-an [Dm7] drums, [G7]
[Dm] Should I leave them by your [G7*] gate,
Or [Dm] sad eyed lady, should I [C] wait?

With your [C] sheets like [G] metal
And your [F] belt like [Dm7] lace, [G7]
And your [C] deck of [G] cards
[F] Missing the jack and the [Dm] ace, [G7]
And your [F] basement [Em] clothes
And your [Dm7] hollow [G7] face,
Who [C] among them can [Dm7] think he could out-[G7*]-guess you?

With your [C] silhou-[G]-ette
When the [F] sunlight [Dm7] dims [G7]
[C] Into your [G] eyes
Where the [F] moonlight [Dm] swims, [G7]
And your [F] match-book [Em] songs
And your [Dm7] gypsy [G7] hymns,
Who [C] among them would [Dm7] try to im-[G7*]-press you?

[Dm] Sad eyed lady of the [C] low-[G7]-lands,
[Dm] Where the sad eyed prophet says that [C] no man [G7] comes,
My [C] ware-[Em]-house [F] eyes,
[C] My [F] Arabi-[C]-an [Dm7] drums, [G7]
[Dm] Should I leave them by your [G7*] gate,
Or [Dm] sad eyed lady, should I [C] wait?

The [C] kings of [G] Tyrus
With their [F] convict [Dm7] list [G7]
Are [C] waiting in [G] line
For their [F] geranium [Dm] kiss, [G7]
And you [F] wouldn't [Em] know
It would [Dm7] happen like [G7] this,
But who [C] among them really [Dm7] wants just to [G7*] kiss you?

With your [C] childhood [G] flames
On your [F] midnight [Dm7] rug, [G7]
And your [C] Spanish [G] manners
And your [F] mother's [Dm7] drugs, [G7]
And your [F] cowboy [Em] mouth
And your [Dm7] curfew [G7] plugs,
Who [C] among them do you [Dm7] think could [G7*] resist you?

[Dm] Sad eyed lady of the [C] low-[G7]-lands,
[Dm] Where the sad eyed prophet says that [C] no man [G7] comes,
My [C] ware-[Em]-house [F] eyes,
[C] My [F] Arabi-[C]-an [Dm7] drums, [G7]
[Dm] Should I leave them by your [G7*] gate,
Or [Dm] sad eyed lady, should I [C] wait?

Oh, the [C] farmers and the [G] businessmen,
[F] They all did [Dm7] decide [G7]
To [C] show you the [G] dead angels
[F] That they used to [Dm] hide. [G7]
But [F] why did they pick [Em] you
To sympa-[Dm7]-thize with their [G7] side?
Oh, [C] how could they [Dm7] ever [G7*] mistake you?

They [C] wished you'd [G] accepted
The [F] blame for the [Dm7] farm, [G7]
But with the [C] sea at your [G] feet
And the [F] phony false [Dm7] alarm, [G7]
And with the [F] child of a [Em] hoodlum
[Dm7] Wrapped up in your [G7] arms,
[C] How could they [Dm7] ever, have [G7*] persuaded you?

[Dm] Sad eyed lady of the [C] low-[G7]-lands,
[Dm] Where the sad eyed prophet says that [C] no man [G7] comes,
My [C] ware-[Em]-house [F] eyes,
[C] My [F] Arabi-[C]-an [Dm7] drums, [G7]
[Dm] Should I leave them by your [G7*] gate,
Or [Dm] sad eyed lady, should I [C] wait?

With your [C] sheet metal [G] memory
Of [F] Cannery [Dm7] Row, [G7]
And your [C] magazine [G] husband
Who [F] one day just had to [Dm] go, [G7]
And your [F] gentleness [Em] now,
Which you [Dm7] just can't help but [G7] show,
Who [C] among them do you [Dm7] think would [G7*] employ you?

Now you [C] stand with your [G] thief,
You're [F] on his [Dm7] parole [G7]
With your [C] holy [G] medallion
In your [F] fingers now to [Dm7] hold, [G7]
And your [F] saintlike [Em] face
And your [Dm7] ghostlike [G7]soul,
Oh, who [C] among them could ever [Dm7] think they could [G7*] destroy you?

[Dm] Sad eyed lady of the [C] low-[G7]-lands,
[Dm] Where the sad eyed prophet says that [C] no man [G7] comes,
My [C] ware-[Em]-house [F] eyes,
[C] My [F] Arabi-[C]-an [Dm7] drums, [G7]
[Dm] Should I leave them by your [G7*] gate,
Or [Dm] sad eyed lady, should I [C] wait?

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