Bob Dylan

       E                A          E
If you getcha one girl, better get two
A        E        B7    E
Case you run into Gypsy Lou
        E                     A        E
She's a ramblin' woman with a ramblin' mind
A       E         B7    E
Leavin' some poor boy behind.
A/c#            E    A E
Hey, 'round the bend
A     E     B7    E
Gypsy Lou's gone again
A           (B7)  E
Gypsy Lou's gone again.

Well, I seen this whole country through
Just to followin' Gypsy Lou
Seen it up, seen it down
Followin' Gypsy Lou around.
Hey, 'round the bend
Gypsy Lou's gone again

G              C          G   
Goodbye Holly, Holly, goodbye.
     G                             C            G  
Your wife's a-gonna miss you, your baby's gonna cry 

Goodbye Holly, Holly, so long.
All your good times they're past now and gone
        

Pat Garrett he shot you with his own .44
He [dropped] you 'cross a table, now you're gone forever more
        

Goodbye Holly, Holly, goodbye.
Your wife's a-gonna miss you you baby's gonna cry
Goodbye Holly, Holly, so long.

Solo acoustic version

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Barcelona, June 28, 1984

G7
Hands off your feet, baby,
Gdim
listen to this
Cm6/g                G
This is what I can't be
G7
Often it hurt me honey, I'm
Gdim
looking at you but
Cm6/g                G
You're looking at me too.

          C
Because a dollar is a dollar
                           G
And the downtown boys play rough
   D
Go all the way back, baby
          C         G     D
Tell 'em enough is enough.

Face on the gutter baby,
which is which but I'd
rather be lucky than be rich

           G                          C            G
Well, it's all up from Florida at the start of the spring
                                    D(sus4)
The trucks and the trailers will be winding
       G                          C        G
Like a bullet we'll shoot for the carnival route.
      G                        D             G         C/g   G
We're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.

From the Michigan mud past the Wisconsin sun
'Cross that Minnesota border, keep 'em strambling
Through the clear county lakes and lumberjack lands,

     Am               F             Am
Come gather 'round me people, and a story I will tell
                                F            Am
About a night not long ago, you all remember well.
                                      F            Am
I tell it to you straight and true, I tell it like friend
              F                 Am
All about the fearful night, we thought the world would end.

I was walkin' down the sidewalk not causin' any harm
The radio reported, it sounded with alarm
The Russian ships were sailin' all out across the sea

Bm           Bm/a G    F#
Sometime she said  I'm slow
Bm            Bm/a             G           F#
 She said it about me but it's too soon to know
Bm         Bm/a     G         F#
Don't mind leaving, wondering why
Bm [n.c.]
Whosoever told it, told a dirty lie

Well, I'll tell you one more to
Take what is you with you when you go
Now I'll tumble, tumble and die
Whosoever told it, told a dirty lie

G
Already seen your dirty mate
Bm
Sure find it harder to concentrate
G
I'll be beloved, times too slow

C   . . . G/b . . . Am7 . . . G     . . .
Am7 . . . G/b . . . C   . . . Dsus4 . D .

Am7                G/b      C             D
 I cross the green mountain, I sit by the stream
Am7             G/b           C                  D
 Heaven blazing in my head, I dreamt a monstrous dream
C          G/b     Am7        Dsus4 D Dsus2 D
 Something came up out of the sea
Em                C           D            Em
Swept through the land of the rich and the free

C . . . G . . . D . . .

I look into the eyes of my merciful friend
And then i ask myself, is this the end?

F       G             C  Am
We have got to come together
F        G           C
How long can we stay apart?
F       G            C  Am
You may get it maybe never
         F      G        C
But it's coming from the heart.

Your mind is filled with indecision
You can't make up your mind.
We must get it in position
And move it on down the line.

Make me up a bed of roses
hang it down on the vine
Of all my loves you've been the closest
That's ever been on my mind.

                C                      F