Farewell, Angelina
Bob DylanVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles
And the trumpet play slow
Farewell Angelina
The sky is on fire
And I must go.
There's no need for anger
There's no need for blame
There's nothing to prove
Ev'rything's still the same
Just a table standing empty
By the edge of the sea
Farewell Angelina
The sky is trembling
And I must leave.
The jacks and queens
Have forsaken the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies
Now file past the guards
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild
Farewell Angelina
The sky is folding
I'll see you in a while.
See the cross-eyed pirates sitting
Perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans
With a sawed-off shotgun
And the neighbors they clap
And they cheer with each blast
Farewell Angelina
The sky's changing color
And I must leave fast.
King Kong, little elves
On the rooftops they dance
Valentino-type tangos
While the make-up man's hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone
Farewell Angelina
The sky is embarrassed
And I must be gone.
The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
The fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it
Farewell Angelina
The sky is erupting
I must go where it's quiet.
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Readable chord sheet for Farewell, Angelina by Bob Dylan
Farewel[C]l Angelina The [F]bells of the [C]crow[Csus4]n [C] Are being stolen by bandits I must [F]follow the [C]soun[Csus4]d [C] The triangle tingles And the [F]trumpet play [G]slow Fare[Am]well Ange[Em]lina The [Am]sky is on [Em]fire [F]And I must [C]go. There's [C]no need for anger There's [F]no need for [C]blam[Csus4]e [C] There's nothing to prove Ev'ryt[F]hing's still the [C]same[Csus4] [C] Just a table standing empty By the [F]edge of the [G]sea Fare[Am]well Ange[Em]lina The [Am]sky is [Em]trembling [F]And I must [C]leave. The jacks and queens Have forsaken the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guards In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell Angelina The sky is folding I'll see you in a while. See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun And the neighbors they clap And they cheer with each blast Farewell Angelina The sky's changing color And I must leave fast. King Kong, little elves On the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the make-up man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone Farewell Angelina The sky is embarrassed And I must be gone. The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks The fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks Call me any name you like I will never deny it Farewell Angelina The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet.