Song For Bob Dylan

	  		Intro:  A  G#m  F#m  E  A  G#m  F#m  B 

   A                      G#m 
Ah hear this Robert Zimmerman 
  F#m                  E 
I wrote a song for you 
        A                        G#m 
About a strange young man called Dylan 
       F#m                     E 
With a voice like sand and glue 
     G#m                C#m 
Some words had truthful vengeance 
           B             A 
That could pin us to the floor 
F#m                G#m 
Brought a few more people on 
            A                   B 
And put the fear in a whole lot more 


   A                             D                   A 
Ah here she comes here she comes here she comes again 
That same old painted lady 
         E 
From the brow of the superbrain 
       F#m 
She'll scratch this world to pieces 
       G 
As she comes on like a friend 
      A 
But a couple of songs from your old scrap book 
      E 
Could send her home again 


    A                        G#m 
You gave your heart to every bedsit room 
           F#m                E 
At least a picture on the wall 
        A                    G#m 
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes 
    F#m                    E 
And told them how they saw 
G#m               C#m 
Then we lost your train of thought 
     B                 A 
Your paintings are all your own 
      F#m 
While troubles are rising 
     G#m              A              B 
We'd rather be scared together than alone 

Refrão: 

Solo:  A  G#m  F#m  E  A  G#m  F#m  B 

    A                      G#m 
Now hear this Robert Zimmerman 
         F#m                      E 
Though I don't suppose we'll meet 
A                    G#m 
Ask your good friend Dylan 
               F#m                       E 
If he'd gaze a while down the old street 
G#m                       C#m 
Tell him we've lost his poems 
         B                    A 
So we're writing on the walls 
F#m              G#m 
Give us back our unity 
A                  B 
Give us back our family 
       F#m           G#m 
You're every nations refugee 
      A                 B 
Don't leave us with our sanity 


   A                             D                   A 
Ah here she comes here she comes here she comes again 
That same old painted lady 
         E 
From the brow of the superbrain 
       F#m 
She'll scratch this world to pieces 
       G 
As she comes on like a friend 
      A 
But a couple of songs from your old scrap book 
      E 
Could send her home again 
     G 
Oh a couple of songs from your old scrap book 
                          A 
Could send her home again 
                  D 
Oh here she comes 
                   A 
Ooh here she comes 
                   D 
And here she comes 


OUTRO Solo:  A  G#m  F#m  E  A  G#m  F#m  B  E