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Fourth Time Around

Bob Dylan
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D-DU-UDU
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,
 Ev'rybody  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  peice of gum.
She  threw  me outside,  I stood  in the dirt  where ev'ry-one  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.

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Readable chord sheet for Fourth Time Around by Bob Dylan

[F]        [Bb]        [F]        [Bb]

[F]When [Bb]she said, "Don't [F]waste your w[Bb]ords, they're just [F]lies," I [Bb]cried she was d[F]eaf.
And she wo[Bb]rked on my [F]face until br[Bb]eaking my eyes,[F] Then said, "Wh[Bb]at else you got l[F]eft?"
It was t[Am]hen that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't forget,[Gm]
Ev'ryb[F]ody must g[Bb]ive something back[F] For s[Bb]omething they get."[F]     [Bb]           [F]                [Bb]

[F]I st[Bb]ood there and [F]hummed, I ta[Bb]pped on her [F]drum and [Bb]asked her how c[F]ome.
And she [Bb]buttoned her [F]boot, And str[Bb]aightened her suit,[F] Then she s[Bb]aid, "Don't get c[F]ute."
So I [Am]forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs, [Gm]
And [F]gallantly h[Bb]anded her My[F] very l[Bb]ast peice of gum.  [F]       [Bb]             [F]                  [Bb]

[F]She th[Bb]rew me outs[F]ide, I st[Bb]ood in the d[F]irt where [Bb]ev'ry-one wal[F]ked.
And [Bb]after finding [F]I'd For[Bb]gotten my shirt,[F] I we[Bb]nt back and kn[F]ocked.
I [Am]waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense,[Gm]
Out of that p[F]icture of [Bb]you in your wheel[F]chair That lea[Bb]ned up against...  [F]       [Bb]             [F]                  [Bb]

[F]Her [Bb]Jamaican [F]rum And w[Bb]hen she did c[F]ome, I [Bb]asked her for so[F]me.
She [Bb]said, "No, [F]dear." I said, "Y[Bb]our words aren't clear,[F] You'd better [Bb]spit out your g[F]um."
She [Am]screamed  till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor,[Gm]
And I [F]covered her u[Bb]p and then Thoug[F]ht I'd go l[Bb]ook through her drawer.  [F]       [Bb]             [F]                  [Bb]

[F]And wh[Bb]en I was t[F]hrough, I fi[Bb]lled up my [F]shoe And [Bb]brought it to y[F]ou.
And you, [Bb]you took me [F]in, Y[Bb]ou loved me then,[F] You [Bb]didn't waste t[F]ime.
And I, I [Bb]never took [F]much, I never a[Bb]sked for your crutch,[F] Now do[Bb]n't ask for mine.[F]    [Bb]         [F]

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