Key: A
Introduction: A G#m F#m E A G#m F#m B
A G#m
Ah hear this Robert Zimmerman
F#m E
I wrote a song for you
A G#m
About a strange young man called Dylan
F#m E
With a voice like sand and glue
G#m C#m
Some words had truthful vengeance
B A
That could pin us to the floor
F#m G#m
Brought a few more people on
A B
And put the fear in a whole lot more
A D A
Ah here she comes here she comes here she comes again
That same old painted lady
E
From the brow of the superbrain
F#m
She'll scratch this world to pieces
G
As she comes on like a friend
A
But a couple of songs from your old scrap book
E
Could send her home again
A G#m
You gave your heart to every bedsit room
F#m E
At least a picture on the wall
A G#m
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
F#m E
And told them how they saw
G#m C#m
Then we lost your train of thought
B A
Your paintings are all your own
F#m
While troubles are rising
G#m A B
We'd rather be scared together than alone
A G#m
Now hear this Robert Zimmerman
F#m E
Though I don't suppose we'll meet
A G#m
Ask your good friend Dylan
F#m E
If he'd gaze a while down the old street
G#m C#m
Tell him we've lost his poems
B A
So we're writing on the walls
F#m G#m
Give us back our unity
A B
Give us back our family
F#m G#m
You're every nations refugee
A B
Don't leave us with our sanity
A D A
Ah here she comes here she comes here she comes again
That same old painted lady
E
From the brow of the superbrain
F#m
She'll scratch this world to pieces
G
As she comes on like a friend
A
But a couple of songs from your old scrap book
E
Could send her home again
G
Oh a couple of songs from your old scrap book
A
Could send her home again
D
Oh here she comes
A
Ooh here she comes
D
And here she comes