Song For Bob Dylan

Intro: A Abm F#m E(VII) Esus4(VII) 
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Hear this Robert Zimmerman 
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I wrote a song for you 
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About a strange young man called Dylan 
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With a voice like sand and glue 
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Some words in truthful vengeance 
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Could pin us to the floor 
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Brought a few more people on 
 
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Put the fear in a whole lot more 
 
Chorus: 
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Ah, here she comes 
A 
Here she comes 
D A 
Here she comes again 
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The same old painted lady 
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From the brow of the superbrain 
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She ‘ll scratch this world to pieces 
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As she comes on like an friend 
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But a couple of songs 
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From your old scrapbook 
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Could 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 
 
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You‘re every nation‘s refugee 
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Don‘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 
 
G 
Couple of songs 
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From your old scrapbook 
A 
Could send here home again 
D 
Ah, here she comes 
A 
Here she comes 
D 
Here she comes 
 
Outro: A Abm F#m E(VII) Esus4(VII) 
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That‘s about it, it may not be perfect but it ‘ll give you a way