Bob Dylan – Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands chords

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Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands chords
Bob Dylan

Capo II

C  G  F G7 2x

          C       G            F          G7With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
         C         G              F            GAnd your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
         F      C               Dm    G7   CAnd your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
    C           Dm          G7   GOh, who do they think could bury you?

          C               G      F   G7With your pockets well protected at last,
         C         G                 F            GAnd your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
         F          C              Dm   G7   CAnd your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
C              Dm     G7    Gwho could they get to carry you?

Dm                   C  GSad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                                   C  G7  GWhere the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
   C   G     F     C  F    C  GMy warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                        G7   GShould I put them by your gate,
Dm                          C    GOr, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

          C           G              F         G7With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, 
         C             G           F            GAnd your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
         F        C                Dm  G7 CAnd your basement clothes and your hollow face,
C                  Dm                G7    GWho among them can think he could outguess you?

          C          G        F        G7With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
          C    G         F         GInto your eyes where the moonlight swims,
         F          C              Dm G7 CAnd your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
C                    Dm       G7    GWho among them would try to impress you?

Dm                   C  GSad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                                   C  G7  GWhere the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

   C   G     F     C  F    C  G7My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                        G7   GShould I put them by your gate,
Dm                          C    GOr, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

    C        G                F       G7The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
               C    G            F     GAre waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
        F        C             Dm     G7   CAnd you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
C                         Dm            G7   GBut who among them really wants just to kiss you?

          C         G              F        G7With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
         C       G                F        GAnd your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
         F      C              Dm G7  CAnd your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
C                     Dm            G7   GWho among them do you think could resist you?

Dm                   C  GSad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                                   C  G7  GWhere the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
   C   G     F     C  F    C  G7My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                         G7   GShould I put them by your gate,
Dm                          C    GOr, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

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

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

Dm                   C  GSad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                                   C  G7  GWhere the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
   C   G     F     C  F    C  G7My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                         G7   GShould I put them by your gate,
Dm                          C    GOr, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

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

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

Dm                   C  GSad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                                   C  G7  GWhere the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
   C   G     F     C  F    C  G7My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                         G7   GShould I put them by your gate,
Dm                          C    GOr, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

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