DirgeBob Dylan

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From: [email protected] (Petter Larsson)
Dirge - Bob Dylan
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('Planet waves' album)
 Gm   Cm   Gm   Cm
 Dm                       Gm   Dm                             Gm
I hate myself for lovin' you And the weakness that I showed ...
 Dm              Gm                      Dm               Am
You were just a painted face On a trip down Suicide Road.
 Bb                     Dm                       Gm
The stage was set, the lights went out All around the old hotel
 Bb                       Eb             Bb       Cm        Gm
I hate myself for lovin' you And I'm glad the curtain fell.
 Dm                  Gm              Dm                    Gm
I hate that foolish game we played And the need that was expressed
 Dm                     Gm           Dm                 Am
And the mercy that you showed to me Whoever would have guessed
 Bb                  Dm              Gm
I went out on Lower Broadway And I felt that place within
      Bb                 Eb                Bb     Cm        Gm
That hollow place where martyrs weep And angels play with sin
 Dm                  Gm       Dm              Gm
Heard your songs of freedom And man forever stripped
 Dm             Gm               Dm            Am
Acting out his folly While his back is being whipped
 Bb              Dm          Gm
Like a slave in orbit He's beaten 'til he's tame
 Bb                 Eb              Bb     Cm     Gm
All for a moment's glory And it's dirty, rotten shame
 Dm                          Gm          Dm             Gm
There are those who worship loneliness I'm not one of them
 Dm             Gm          Dm                  Am
In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem
 Bb                         Dm           Gm
The crystal ball up on the wall Hasn't shown me nothing yet
 Bb                     Eb               Bb        Cm     Gm
I've paid the price of solitude But at least I'm out of debt
 Dm             Gm            Dm               Gm
Can't recall a useful thing You ever did for me
 Dm                  Gm             Dm               Am
'Cept pat me on the back one time When I was on my knees
 Bb                          Dm         Gm
We stared into each other's eyes 'Til one of us would break
 Bb        Eb              Bb         Cm       Gm
No use to apologize What diff'rence would it make
 Dm                     Gm            Dm          Gm
So sing your praise of progress And of the Doom Machine
 Dm                 Gm          Dm                 Am
The naked truth is still tabu Whenever it can be seen
 Bb            Dm                 Gm
Lady Luck who shines on me Will tell you where I'm at
 Bb                Eb                Bb         Cm   Gm
I hate myself for lovin' you But I should get over that
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Typed by Petter Larsson , [email protected]