2 acessos
C6 C Em F G [Verse] C Em F Dm G With your mercury mouth in the missionary times, C Em F Dm G And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, F Em Dm Dm/G C And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, Em F Dm G and who among them could they really think could bury you? C Em F Dm G With your pockets well protected at last, C Em F Dm G And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass, F Em Dm Dm/G C And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass, Em F Dm G and who among them would try to carry you? Dm C G Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Dm C G Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes, [Verse] C Em F Dm G With your sheets like leather and your belt like lace, C Em F Dm G And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace, F Em Dm Dm/G C And your basement clothes and your hollow face, Em F Dm G Who among them would really try to outguess you? C Em F Dm G With your silhouette when the sunlight dims C Em F Dm G Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, F Em Dm Dm/G C And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Em F Dm G Who among them would try to impress you? Dm C G Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Dm C G Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes, [Chorus] F Em Dm C Dm G My warehouse eyes and my Arabian drums, Dm G Shall I bring them to your gate, Dm C Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? [Verse] C Em F Dm G With your Kings of Tyrus and their convict lists C Em F Dm G They're waiting in line for their geranium kiss, F Em Dm Dm/G C And you would not think it would happen like this, Em F Dm G And who among them really wants just to kiss you? Kiss you! C Em F Dm G With your childhood flames and your midnight rug, C Em F Dm G And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs, F Em Dm Dm/G C And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs, Em F Dm G And who among them do you think could resist you? Resist you! Dm C G Sad-eyed lady from the lowlands, Dm C G Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes, [Verse] C Em F Dm G Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide C Em F Dm G To show you the dead angels which they all used to hide. F Em Dm Dm/G C But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? Em F Dm G And how could they ever, ever, ever mistake you? Mistake you! C Em F Dm G For they wished you accepted the blame for the farmer, C Em F Dm G With the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm, F Em Dm Dm/G C And the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms, Em F Dm G Oh how could they ever, ever, ever persuade you? Persuade you! Dm C G Sad-eyed lady of the lowland, Dm C G Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes, [Chorus Repeat x3.1 to fade out] F Em Dm C Dm G My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Dm G Shall I leave them at your gate, Dm C Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? F Em Dm C Dm G My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Dm G Shall I bring them to your gate, Dm C Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? F Em Dm C Dm G Oh my sad warehouse eyes and my Arabian drums Dm G Shall I bring them to your gate, Dm C Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? F Em Dm C Dm G Hey hey my ware my warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums (fade)