Tablature fourth time around - Bob Dylan

          



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  From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson)

  

  Fourth Time Around  -  Bob Dylan

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  ('Blonde on Blonde' album)

  

  

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  When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf.

            Bb         F            Bb             F              Bb               F

  And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, "What else you got left?"

          Am                                                     Gm

  It was then that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't forget,

        F         Bb                F     Bb                 F    Bb    F    Bb

  Ev'rybody must give something back For something they get."

  

  

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  I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.

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  And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, "Don't get cute."

       Am                                                     Gm

  So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs,

      F          Bb          F      Bb                 F    Bb    F    Bb

  And gallantly handed her My very last peice of gum.

  

  

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  She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ry-one walked.

      Bb            F      Bb              F    Bb            F

  And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked.

    Am                                                                   Gm

  I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense,

               F         Bb               F             Bb                 F    Bb    F    Bb

  Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against...

  

  

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  Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some.

      Bb         F                Bb                     F             Bb             F

  She said, "No, dear." I said, "Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum."

      Am                                                             Gm

  She screamed  till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor,

        F            Bb              F          Bb                       F    Bb    F    Bb

  And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

  

  

  F     Bb        F           Bb         F        Bb             F

  And when I was through, I filled up my shoe And brought it to you.

           Bb          F    Bb               F    Bb            F

  And you, you took me in, You loved me then, You didn't waste time.

           Bb         F              Bb                   F      Bb               F   Bb   F

  And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.

  

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  Typed by  Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se

  

   


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