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Bob Dylan

If I Was a King

           C          F          G7
If I was a king, I’ll hang in an alley
       F       C               G7
With a hundred stallions after me
               F              G7     C         F        C  G7                          
And if I was a rogue, I would lay in your jaw, mourning Larrow
         F           C     G7 
With the law hangin' after me 
           C               F     G7
I rode six mare, I’ve been on my wagon
    F          C                     G7
And now here I stand with you facin' me

Don't Ever Take Yourself Away

C                         G
Don't ever take yourself away

Don't ever take yourself 
                         F    C
to a place where I can't find you
C                         G
Don't ever take yourself away

I will never leave you

Will never deceive you
                              F    C                        
I'll be right there walkin' behind you
Dearest, I think you're the one
I can't imagine anybody doin'
More to me than you do
Dearest, if it's your heart that I won
There's no need for blame
And no reason to be ashamed

Fur Slippers

Ain't got no fur slippers now
Six o'clock in the evening
I feel so low
Ain't got no girlfriend
got no place to go
She was here yesterday,
but she is gone today
Even took my 
fur slippers away
Ooooh –
Ain't got no fur slippers now
Where did she go?
Where could she be?
Maybe to a movie show,
maybe she's watching TV.
She was here yesterday,
It's all I can say.
All that I know, she took my 
fur slippers away

How can I go outside?
The ground is too hard
Where can I go?

Working on a Guru

    G       C/g       G7sus4  C/g                           
    :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     
||--3---------------|-----------------||
||*-0-------1-------|-1--------------*||
||--0-------0-------|-0---------------||
||--0---0---2---2---|-3---3---2-3-2---||
||*-2---2-----------|----------------*||
||--3---3---3---3---|-3---3-----------||
G
Rain all around

windshield wipers movin'

Water on the ground

sure don't feel like groovin'
             C
Working on a guru
             G
Working on a guru
             D
Working on a guru

Too Late

G    C/g            

G
Whether there was a murder 
D                     Em
I don't know, I can't say,
      C                    G   C/g  G  C/g
I was visiting a friend in jail.
           G 
There were only two women 
       D
at the scene at the time
Em                         C
 Neither one of them saw a thing,
                  G             C/g  G
both of them were wearing veils
                   C           Csus4
They said it was a natural situation
        C
that he reached too high, 

Denise Denise

  G             C                  G
Denise, Denise, gal, what's on yer mind
  C                                G
Denise, Denise, gal, what's on yer mind
             D                                             G 
You got your eyes closed, baby, but I know that you ain't blind

Well, I can see you're smilin', but whoa your mouth is inside out
I can see you're smilin', but you're smilin' inside out
Well I know you're laughing, but what are you laughing about?

Well, if you're tryin' to throw me, babe I've already been tossed

Waiting To Get Beat

A       E      A
Waiting to get beat
     A        E      A
On a dark and lonely street
D        E      
Pay time ’round,
A        D   
pay back down
A       E      A
Waiting to get beat
Waiting to get beat
Waiting like a piece of meat
The mumble is on,
the thrill is gone
Waiting to get beat
Bm
You’re playin’ around with daddy, baby
A
When you should have quit
Bm
Nobody messes up one of these boys
    C#m           E7
And get away with it
Waiting to get beat
Can’t sleep, can’t eat

Straight A's In Love

A7
You ain't so good in arithmetic, baby

You don't know how to count

When it comes to spending money

It's never the right amount
E7
But baby, you know two and two is four
D7
Baby, that'll be the day
       A     D     A             E        A    D  A
But in love, crazy love, you get straight A's.
In history, you don’t do too well 
You don’t know how to read 
You could confuse Geronimo 
With Johnny Appleseed 
And if you don’t know who Thomas Edison is, 
Well, baby, that’s OK, 
But in love, crazy love, you get straight A’s 

Lunatic Princess

Am
 Why should you have to 
Dm7
 be so frantic?
Am
 You always wanted to 
E7
 live in the past.
Am
 Now, why you should 
Dm7
 be so Atlantic
Am
 You finally got your
E7
 wish at last
Dm7
 You used to be 
Am
 oh so modest
Dm7
 With your arm around your
E7
 cigarette machine
Dm7
 Now you lost it all, I see, and
Am
 all you got is
     Am                        
your two-dollar bill and your hat full of
E7   Am
 gasoline.

Well you didn't know [... showed] and you
[...] come
After all, things could 
be much worse

California

C7
    F                                   C        C7               
I'm going down south, beneath the borderline
    F                                   C
I'm going down south, beneath the borderline
G                                 C
Come, Fat Mama, kiss my mouth one time.
Well, I knew it this morning, without a shadow of doubt
Well, I knew it this morning, without a shadow of doubt
My suitcase was packed, my clothes were hanging out 
San Francisco is fine, you sure get lots of sun

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