Bob Dylan - Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands: chords

Intro: D A G A7

      D            A            G          A7
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
     D               A
And your eyes like smoke
           G            A7
And your prayers like rhymes,
  G               D              Em    A     D
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
      D          Em          A       A7
Oh, who do they think could bury you?
         D         A       G         A7
With your pockets well protected at last,
            D       A
And your streetcar visions
            G            A7
Which you place on the grass,
           G         D              Em   A     D
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
D               Em     A        A7
who could they get to carry you?

Chorus:
 Em                   D  A
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Em                                      D      A  A7
  Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
    D   A     G     A   G  D    A    A7
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Em                           D  A7
  Should I put them by your gate,
     Em                      D
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

            D          A              G         A7
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
     D            A        G                    A7
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
    G               D               Em A   D
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
      D              Em           A           A7
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
       D        A   G             A7
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
D            A              G          A7
  Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
G                    D              Em A  D
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
      D                Em       A       A7
Who among them would try to impress you?

Chorus:
Em                    D      A
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Em                                    D      A   A7
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
    D   A     G     A   G  D    A    A7
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Em                         D  A7
Should I put them by your gate,
     Em                      D
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

  D           A           G            A7
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
D               A         G             A7
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
G                  D            Em     A     D
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
          D         Em                   A       A7
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
            D         A        G             A7
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
     D            A           G              A7
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
G                D              Em A    D
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
      D       Em                     A       A7
Who among them do you think could resist you?

Chorus:
Em                      D  A
  Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Em                                     D      A   A7
 Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
    D   A     G     A   G  D    A    A7
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Em                            D  A7
 Should I leave them by your gate,
     Em                      D
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

          D              A
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen,
   G            A7
They all did decide
     D           A          G                  A7
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
      G                D
But why did they pick you
          Em   A          D
To sympathize with their side?
          D        Em       A       A7
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
      D              A           G            A7
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
     D                    A
But with the sea at your feet
          G           A7
And the phony false alarm,
           G             D
And with the child of a hoodlum
  Em       A        D
Wrapped up in your arms,
 D             Em              A       A7
How could they ever, ever persuade you?

Chorus:
Em                      D      A
  Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Em                                     D      A   A7
 Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
    D   A     G     A   G  D    A    A7
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Em                           D  A7
Should I leave them by your gate,
     Em                      D
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

            D          A         G       A7
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
      D            A          G                   A7
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
       G             D
And your gentleness now,
  Em            A          D
Which you just can't help but show,
  D                     Em            A       A7
Who among them do you think would employ you?
 D                        A           G         A7
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
      D           A                  G         A7
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
      G             D             Em   A    D
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
        D                   Em         A         A7
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you

Chorus:
Em                      D  A
  Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Em                                     D      A   A7
 Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
    D   A     G     A   G  D    A    A7
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Em                             D  A7
  Should I leave them by your gate,
     Em                      D
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?