Tom: A
Introdução: 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
F#m
E
A
G#m
F#m
B
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
A
G#m
F#m
E
A
G#m
F#m
B
E