Song For Bob Dylan Chords by David Bowie

[A] _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ .
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ .
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ .
I _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ [A] hear this Robert [G#m] _ .
Zimmerman _ [F#m] wrote a song [E] for you.
About [A] a strange young man [G#m] called Dylan _ [F#m] with a voice like sand [E] and glue.
_ [G#m] Some words had truth [C#m] or vengeance that [B] could pin us to [A] the floor.
_ _ [F#m] _ Brought a few [G#m] more people on [A] and put the fear in a whole [B] lot more.
_ _ [A] Ah, here she comes, here she [D] comes, here she comes [A] again.
_ The same old fainting lady _ [E] from the brow of the super brain.
_ _ [F#m] She'll scratch this world to pieces as she [G] comes on down for _ _ friends.
[A] Couple of songs for you, old chap, [E] but it's in the womb again.
_ _ [A] _ Gave your heart [G#m] to every bedside room, [F#m] at least a picture [E] on the wall.
_ _ [A] And you sat behind a [G#m] million pair of eyes [F#m] and told them how they [E] saw.
_ _ _ [G#m] _ Then we'd lost [C#m] the train of thought, [B] your paintings are [A] all your own.
[F#m] While troubles are [G#m] rising, we'd rather be [A] scared _ together [B] than _ alone.
[A] Ah, here she comes, here she [D] comes, here she comes [A] again.
_ _ Same old fainting lady from [E] the brow of the super brain.
_ _ [F#m] She'll scratch this world to pieces _ as she [G] comes on down for friends.
_ [A] Couple of songs for you, old chap, but [E] it's in the womb again.
_ _ [A] Ah, _ _ _ [G#m] _ .
_ _ _ [F#m] _ now _ [E] _ .
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ .
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_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [A] I hear this Robert [G#m] Zimmerman, though [F#m] I don't suppose who [E] he is.
_ _ [A] _ _ Ask your good [G#m] friend Dylan if he [F#m] pays a while down the old [E] street.
_ _ _ [G#m] Tell him we lost his [C#m] poems, _ [B] so we're writing on [A] the walls.
_ _ [F#m] _ Give us back [G#m] our unity, _ [A] _ give us back [B] our family.
[F#m] Your every [G#m] nation's _ reputed, [A] don't leave us [B] without _ _ _ sanity.
_ .
[A] Ah, here she comes, here she comes, [D] here she comes [A] again.
_ .
Same old fainting lady _ [E] from the brow of the super brain.
_ _ _ [F#m].
She'll scratch this world to pieces as [G] she comes on down for friends.
[A] But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook, [E] it's in the womb again.
_ [G] Ah, a couple of songs from your old scrapbook, it's in the [A] womb again.
_ _ Oh, here she [D] comes, _ _ _ _ here she [A] _ _ comes, _ here [D] she comes.
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