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Bob Dylan

Need A Woman

A
 Lately I've been having evil dreams,
  E                      A
I wake up in a cold blue glare

I run the tape back in my mind,
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wonderin' if I took the wrong road somewhere.
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 Searching for the truth the way God designed it,

Well, the real truth is that I may be afraid to find it
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Well I need a woman, all right
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Need a woman, every night.
D
 To be with me and know me as I am,

To show me the kind of love that don't have to be condemned
    E             A

Not Dark Yet

C                  F/c                  C
Shadows are falling and I been here all day
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It's too hot to sleep and time is running away
G            G/f      C/e         C
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
Am                 C/g            F          C
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
G                G/f            C/e     C
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
Am       C/g      F                     C
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Well my sense of humanity is going down the drain

Simple Twist of Fate

Album version

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They sat together in the park
Emaj7
As the evening sky grew dark,
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She looked at him and he felt a spark
A                     A'
tingle to his bones.
Am
'Twas then he felt alone
    E           B(ii)     A        A'
and wished that he'd gone straight
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And watched out for a simple twist of      fate.

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel
with a neon burnin' bright.
He felt the heat of the night
hit him like a freight train

Caribbean Wind

Shot Of Love sessions 11 Apr. 1981 (Biograph)

G Bm Em C G Bm/f# D C

G                               Bm
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
         Em                           C
From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross.
      G                 Bm/f#        Em         D           C
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.

Told about Jesus, told about the rain,
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By the man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously. *)

Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it

Sittin' on a Barbed-Wire Fence

       Ab
I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents

I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents
            Eb7
See my bull dog bite a rabbit
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And my hound dog is sittin' on a barbed-wire fence

Well, my temperature rises and my feet can't walk so hot
Yes, my temperature rises and my feet can't walk so hot
Well, this Arabian doctor comes in, gives me a shot
But he wouldn't tell me what it was that I got

Well, this woman I've got, she's killin' me alive

Seven Days

      Em    C                         G
Seven days, seven more days she'll be comin'
        B7             Em      Am
I'll be waiting at the station for her to arrive
                 B7                   Em
Seven more days, all I gotta do is survive.

She been gone ever since I been a child
Ever since I seen her smile, I never forgotten her eyes.
She had a face that outshine the sun in the skies.

I been good, I been good while I been waitin'
Maybe guilty of hesitatin', But I've been hangin' on
Seven more days, all that'll be gone.
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