Werbung entfernenIntro: A Abm F#m E(VII) Esus4(VII)
A E 7 F#m B Bsus4
A AbmHear this Robert Zimmerman
F#m E(VII) Esus4(VII)
I wrote a song for you
A AbmAbout a strange young man called Dylan
F# E(VII)With a voice like sand and glue
Abm C#m7Some words in truthful vengeance
B ACould pin us to the floor
F#m EBrought a few more people on
A B7Put the fear in a whole lot more
Chorus:
AAh, here she comes
AHere she comes
D AHere she comes again
AThe same old painted lady
EFrom the brow of the superbrain
F#mShe 'll scratch this world to pieces
GAs she comes on like an friend
ABut a couple of songs
AFrom your old scrapbook
ECould send her home again
You gave your heart to every bedsit room
At least a picture on the wall
Sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
The paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising
We'd rather be scared
Together than alone
Chorus:
Repeat intro:
Now hear this Robert Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose we 'll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan
If he'd gaze a while down the old street
Tell him they've lost his poems
So they're writing on the walls
Give us back our unity
Give us back our family
F#m AbmYou're every nation's refugee
A BDon't leave us with their sanity
Chorus:
Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She 'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like an friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
GCouple of songs
GFrom your old scrapbook
ACould send here home again
DAh, here she comes
AHere she comes
DHere she comes
Outro: A Abm F#m E(VII) Esus4(VII)
A Abm F#m B E
That's about it, it may not be perfect but it 'll give you a way
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