Song For Bob Dylan Chords by David Bowie
Tempo:
140.15 bpm
Chords used:
A
F#m
G#m
E
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Key:
A
F#m
G#m
E
B
A
F#m
G#m
[A] [G#m] .
[F#m] [E] .
[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#] .
[F#m] .
[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.
.
[A] [G#m] .
[F#m] [E] [A] .
[G#m] .
[F#m] .
[B] .
[E] .
.
[F#m] [E] .
[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#] .
[F#m] .
[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.
.
[A] [G#m] .
[F#m] [E] [A] .
[G#m] .
[F#m] .
[B] .
[E] .
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