Fourth Time Around Bob Dylan
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G Cb G CbGWhCben GshCbe sGaiCbd, G"Don't waste your words,they're just lies," I cried she was deaf.
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b It f was then that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't forget,GEvCb'ryGboCbdy GmuCbst GgiCbve something back For something they get."GI CbstoGodCb thGerCbe aGnd hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.CbAndG sCbhe GbuCbttoGned her boot, And straightened her suit,Then she said, "Don't get cute."
b So f I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs,GAnCbd gGalCblanGtlCby hGanCbded her My very last peice of gum.GShCbe tGhrCbew GmeCb ouGtside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ry-one walked.CbAndG aCbfteGr CbfinGding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked.b I wf aited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense,GOuCbt oGf CbthaGt CbpicGtuCbre of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against...GHeCbr JGamCbaicGanCb ruGm And when she did come, I asked her for some.CbSheG sCbaidG, Cb"NoG, dear." I said, "Your words aren't clear,You'd better spit out your gum."
b Shef screamed till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor,GAnCbd IG cCboveGreCbd hGerCb up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer.GAnCbd wGheCbn IG wCbas Gthrough, I filled up my shoe And brought it to you.CbAndG yCbou,G yCbou Gtook me in, You loved me then, You didn't waste time.CbAndG ICb, IG nCbeveGr CbtooGk much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.
