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Dylan Bob... Altri accordi di Dylan Bob...
[C]Hey, Mr. T[D]ambourine Man, p[G]lay a song for [Em]me,
I'm not sl[G]eepy and there [C]ain't no place I'm g[C]oing to.
[C]Hey, Mr. T[D]ambourine Man, p[G]lay a song for [Em]me,
In the j[G]ingle jangle m[C]orning I'll come f[D7]ollowing y[G]ou.
Though I k[C]now that evenings e[D7]mpire has re[G]turned into s[Em]and,
Van[G]ished from my h[Em]and,
Left me bl[G]indly here to st[C]and but still not sle[D7]eping.
My wea[C]riness am[D7]azes me, I'm br[G]anded on my f[Em]eet,
I h[G]ave no one to m[Em]eet,
And the an[G]cient empty str[C]eet's too dead for dr[D7]eaming.
{c:Chorus.}
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.
My senses have been stripped,
May hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step,
Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade,
Into my own parade.
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.
{c:Chorus.}
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly through the sun,
# 7 September 1992 ...Continua:
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Dylan Bob... Altri accordi di Dylan Bob...
[C]Hey, Mr. T[D]ambourine Man, p[G]lay a song for [Em]me,
I'm not sl[G]eepy and there [C]ain't no place I'm g[C]oing to.
[C]Hey, Mr. T[D]ambourine Man, p[G]lay a song for [Em]me,
In the j[G]ingle jangle m[C]orning I'll come f[D7]ollowing y[G]ou.
Though I k[C]now that evenings e[D7]mpire has re[G]turned into s[Em]and,
Van[G]ished from my h[Em]and,
Left me bl[G]indly here to st[C]and but still not sle[D7]eping.
My wea[C]riness am[D7]azes me, I'm br[G]anded on my f[Em]eet,
I h[G]ave no one to m[Em]eet,
And the an[G]cient empty str[C]eet's too dead for dr[D7]eaming.
{c:Chorus.}
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.
My senses have been stripped,
May hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step,
Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade,
Into my own parade.
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.
{c:Chorus.}
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly through the sun,
# 7 September 1992 ...Continua: