David Bowie - Song for bob dylan

^GHear this Robert ^F#mZimmerman I ^Emwrote a song for y^Dou 'Bout a ^Gstrange young man called ^F#mDylan with a ^Emvoice like sand and g^Dlue Some ^F#mwords had truthful ^Bmvengance that could ^Apin us to the ^Gfloor ^Em Brought a few more ^F#mpeople on and put the ^G(iii)fear in a whole lot ^A(v)more Ah ^G(iii)here she comes, here she comes, ^Chere she comes a^G(iii)gain The same old painted lady from the ^Dbrow of a superbrain She'll ^Emscratch this world to pieces as she ^Fcomes on like a friend But a ^G(iii)couple of songs from your old scrap book could ^Dsend her home again

^GHear this Robert ^F#mZimmerman though I ^Emdon't suppose we'll m^Deet ^GAsk your good friend ^F#mDylan if he's a ^Emwhile down the old st^Dreet ^F#mTell him we lost his ^Bmpoems so we're ^Awriting on the ^Gwalls ^EmGive us back our^F#m unity and ^G(iii)give us back our ^A(v)family You're ^Emevery nation's ^F#mrefugee don't ^G(iii)leave us with our ^A(v)sanity Ah ^G(iii)here she comes, here she comes, ^Chere she comes a^G(iii)gain The same old painted lady from the ^Dbrow of a superbrain She'll ^Emscratch this world to pieces as she ^Fcomes on like a friend But a ^G(iii)couple of songs from your old scrapbook could ^Dsend her home again A ^Fcouple of songs from you old scrapbook could ^G(iii)send her home again Ah here she ^Ccomes, here she ^G(iii)comes ah here she ^Ccomes