Eyolf Østrem

F#m
No doubt about it, that woman's posessed

Big blue eyes and a skin tight dress,
               Bm
You know she's love crazy
F#m
Love crazy
           C#7
Ah, may be love crazy,
                                F#m
but I wouldn't have it no other way. *)

Well, I met that woman 1961
 Told me to do things I never could have done**)
You know she's love crazy
Well, she's love crazy
You know, she's love crazy,
but I wouldn't have it no other way.

Well, she needed lovin' and she needs it bad
If she don't get it, well it makes her mad
she's love crazy
Ah, may be love crazy

         C                  G *)
When the storms of life are raging,
         C   Csus4 C
Stand by me
         C                  Em
When the storms of life are raging,
         G    C/g  G
Stand by me
         C
When the world is tossing me
                     F
Like a ship upon the sea
         C
Thou who rulest wind and water,
G *)     C
Stand by me.

In the midst of tribulation,
Stand by me
In the midst of tribulation,
Stand by me
When the hosts of hell prevail,
And the faith going to fail,
Thou Who knowest all about me,
Stand by me (stand by me).

E              Bm                  C#7
Soon [all the] nights they will be ended,
F#m            Am              Amaj7 B
Soon, all true love will be so splen-did.
E               E7             A
 I've found the happiness I've waited for.
F#m       G#              C#m          A   B
 The only girl that I was waiting for.

    E             Bm               C#7
Oh, soon a little cabin there will find us
F#m           Am             Amaj7 B
safe, all our cares so far behind  us
E             E7                   A           Am6

Intro:

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G             D   C        Em
 You speak to me   in sign language
                D                   Em
As I'm eatin' a sandwich in a small cafe
C                G
 At a quarter to three.

But I can't respond to your sign language.
You're taking advantage, bringing me down
Can't you make any sound?

'Twas there by the bakery, surrounded by fakery
Tell her my story, still I'm still there
Does she know I still care?

[instr. verse, followed by a verse sung by Dylan]

Link Wray was playin' on a jukebox I was payin'

E                                 E7
I got a secret, and I ain't gonna tell
A                                  E
I'm going to Heaven in a split pea shell

A                      E         A
Oh Lordy me, didn't we shake sugaree
E            B       A       E
Everything I have is down in pawn.

I pawned my watch, and I pawned my chain
I even tried to sell myself, but I got down so ashamed

I've got a song to sing, and it's not very long
I'm gonna sing it right, if it takes me all night long.

C . . |. /b /a | G . . .| C . . | . . . | . . . | . . .

    C                                 F
You ask me, stranger, why I make this journey
C                                           G
Why I cross three thousand miles of rolling waves.
     C                                    F
Like so many others my love was killed in action.
C           G                 C
So I'm here searching for his grave.

Somewhere among the many thousand
Of all the Americans who died, true and brave,
That's where I know I'll find him resting

     G       C          G
If I had someone that's true
         C                         G
It would thrill me through and through
       G                             D
I'd be happy, oh so happy, night and day
           G         C       G
Seems each one got a perfect mate
        C              G
But for me it's always late
       G                        D          G
And it kills my soul to hear my sweetheart say:

    D
Too late, to late
           C     G
You're too late
     D
I've waited oh so long,
        C              G

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