Arranged by Terry Worth
This song can be transposed to any key you wish. But, I have found that it plays
well in the key of C or D.
Key of D chords are in this fashion:
Verse:
D Fm G Asusp A
D Fm G A
G Fm G D
Fm G Asusp A
Chorus:
Em G(or Em7) D A
Em G(or Em7) D Asusp A
D D/Fbass(pinky on 4thfret, 5thstring) D/Ebass(pinky on 2ndfret,5thstring) D
G(or Em7) A
Em7 Asusp A A(with open 2nd string) A
Em G(or Em7) D
D Fm G Asusp A
Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands by Bob Dylan
Intro:
C Em F G G7
Verse 1:
C Em F G
With your mercury mouth, In the missionary times...
C Em F G
And your eyes like smoke, and your prayers like rhymes
F Em F C
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Em7 F Gsusp G
Oh, who do they think could bury you?
[repeat pattern twice]
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Chorus:
Dm F C G
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands.
Dm F C G G7
Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes
C C/Em Am Am/G F G G7
My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums
Dm Gsusp G
Should I put them by your gate?
Dm F C Em F G G7
Oh, sad eyed lady; should I wait?
2. With your mercury mouth, in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke, and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions that place you on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who could they get to carry you?
Chorus
3. With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them could ever think he could out-guess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Chorus
3. The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Chorus
4. Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Chorus
5. With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saint-like face and your ghost-like soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?
Chorus
