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4th Time Around

Bob Dylan
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 Intro.: ( )3x
When she  said,
 "Don't waste  your words,  they're just lies,"
 I cried  she was deaf.
 And she  worked  on my face  until  breaking my eyes,
 Then said,  "What else you got left?"
 It was then  that I got up to leave
 But she said, "Don't forget,
 Everybody  must give  something back
 For something  they get."
I  stood there and hummed,
 I tapped  on her drum and asked  her how come.
And  she buttoned  her boot,
And  straightened  her  suit,
Then  she said,  "Don't get  cute."
 So I forced my hands in my  pockets
And  felt with  my thumbs,
And  gallantly  handed her
My  very last piece  of gum.
 She  threw me outside,
 I stood  in the dirt where  ev'ryone walked.
And  after finding  I'd
Forgotten  my  shirt,
I  went back and  knocked.
 I waited  in the hallway, she went to get it,
 And I tried to make sense
Out  of that picture  of you in your wheelchair
That  leaned up  against  . . .
 Her  Jamaican  rum
 And when  she did come, I  asked her for  some.
She  said, "No,  dear."
I  said, "Your  words  aren't clear,
You'd  better spit out  your gum."
She  screamed till her face got so red
 Then she fell on the floor,
And  I covered her  up and then
Thought  I'd go look  through her drawer.
And,  when I was through
I  filled  up my shoe
And  brought  it to you.
And you,  you  took  me in,
You  loved me  then
You  didn't waste time.
 And I, I never took much,
I  never asked  for your crutch.
Now  don't ask  for mine.
 Enjoy!

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Readable chord sheet for 4th Time Around by Bob Dylan

Intro.: ([E] [A])3x [B7] [F#m]

[E]When [A]she said,
"Don't w[E]aste your w[A]ords, they're just l[E]ies,"
I cr[A]ied she was d[E]eaf.    [A]
And [E]she work[A]ed on my f[E]ace unt[A]il breaking my [E]eyes,
Then s[A]aid, "What else you got l[E]eft?"   [A]
It was [B7]then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't for[F#m]get,
Every[E]body must [A]give something [E]back
For some[A]thing they [E]get."    [A]

[E]I stood there and h[A]ummed,
I t[E]apped on her drum and a[A]sked her how [E]come.
[A]And she button[E]ed her b[A]oot,
[E]And stra[A]ightened he[E]r su[A]it[E],
[A]Then she sa[E]id, "Don't g[A]et cute."
So I forced my hands in my[F#m] pockets
[E]And felt with[A] my thu[E]mbs,
[E]And gallantl[A]y handed [E]her
[A]My very last pie[E]ce of g[A]um.

S[E]he threw me ou[A]tside,
I stood[E] in the dirt where[A] ev'ryone [E]walked.
[A]And after fin[E]ding I[A]'d
[E]Forgot[A]ten my[E] shirt,[A]  [E]
[A]I went back [E]and knock[A]ed.
I [B7]waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make se[F#m]nse
[E]Out of that pict[A]ure of you in your wh[E]eelchair
[A]That leaned up[E] a[A]gainst . . .

H[E]er Jamaican[A] rum
And whe[E]n she did come, [A]I asked her for[E] some.
[A]She said, "N[E]o, d[A]ear."
[E]I said, "[A]Your words[E] aren't c[A]lear,  [E]
[A]You'd better spit o[E]ut your gu[A]m."
[B7]She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the f[F#m]loor,
[E]And I covered [A]her up and t[E]hen
[A]Thought I'd go look[E] through her d[A]rawer.

[E]And, when I was thro[A]ugh
[E]I fill[A]ed up my [E]shoe
[A]And brought[E] it to yo[A]u.
[E]And [A]you, yo[E]u to[A]ok me in,  [E]
[A]You loved [E]me then[A]
[B7]You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took [F#m]much,
[E]I never asked[A] for your c[E]rutch.
[A]Now don't a[E]sk for m[A]ine.

Enjoy!

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