Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands acordes

Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands chords
Bob Dylan  1966 (Blonde on Blonde)

Capo II

C  G  F G7 2x

          C       G           F          G7
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
         C         G             F            G
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
         F      C               Dm    G7   C
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
    C           Dm          G7   G
Oh, who do they think could bury you?

          C               G      F   G7
With your pockets well protected at last,
         C         G                 F            G
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
         F          C              Dm   G7   C
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
C              Dm     G7    G
who could they get to carry you?

Dm                   C  G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                                   C  G7  G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
   C   G     F     C  F    C  G
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                        G7   G
Should I put them by your gate,
Dm                          C    G
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

          C           G              F         G7
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, 
         C             G           F            G
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
         F        C                Dm  G7 C
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
C                  Dm                G7    G
Who among them can think he could outguess you?

          C          G        F        G7
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
          C    G         F         G
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
         F          C              Dm G7 C
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
C                    Dm       G7    G
Who among them would try to impress you?

Dm                   C  G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                                   C  G7  G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
   C   G     F     C  F    C  G7
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                        G7   G
Should I put them by your gate,
Dm                          C    G
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

    C        G                F       G7
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
               C    G            F     G
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
        F        C             Dm     G7   C
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
C                         Dm            G7   G
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?

          C         G              F        G7
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
         C       G                F        G
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
         F      C              Dm G7  C
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
C                     Dm            G7   G
Who among them do you think could resist you?

Dm                   C  G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                                   C  G7  G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
   C   G     F     C  F    C  G7
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                         G7   G
Should I put them by your gate,
Dm                          C    G
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

        C               G                 F         G7
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
   C                 G                F       G
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
    F            C           Dm         G7         G
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
C                  Dm      G7   G
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?

     C             G           F             G7
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
    C                    G            F            G
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
    F                   C               Dm G7      G
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
C              Dm            G7    G
How could they ever, ever persuade you?

Dm                   C  G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                                   C  G7  G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
   C   G     F     C  F    C  G7
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                         G7   G
Should I put them by your gate,
Dm                          C    G
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

     C                G      F          G7
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
C                 G               F               G
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
         F          C                   Dm    G7       G
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
C                     Dm            G7   G
Who among them do you think would employ you?

        C               G             F        G7
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
          C      G                  F          G
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
         F          C             Dm   G7   G
And your saint like face and your ghostlike soul,
    C                     Dm            G7    G
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?

Dm                   C  G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                                   C  G7  G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
   C   G     F     C  F    C  G7
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                         G7   G
Should I put them by your gate,
Dm                          C    G
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

 It has been suggested that Em sounds better then G

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