INTRO:  A  G#m  F#m  E  A  G#m  F#m  B

   A                      G#m
Ah hear this Robert Zimmerman
  F#m                  E
I wrote a song for you
        A                        G#m
About a strange young man called Dylan
       F#m                     E
With a voice like sand and glue
     G#m                C#m
Some words had truthful vengeance
           B             A
That could pin us to the floor
F#m                G#m
Brought a few more people on
            A                   B
And put the fear in a whole lot more

Refrão:
   A                             D                   A
Ah here she comes here she comes here she comes again
That same old painted lady
         E
From the brow of the superbrain
       F#m
She'll scratch this world to pieces
       G
As she comes on like a friend
      A
But a couple of songs from your old scrap book
      E
Could send her home again

    A                        G#m
You gave your heart to every bedsit room
           F#m                E
At least a picture on the wall
        A                    G#m
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
    F#m                    E
And told them how they saw
G#m               C#m
Then we lost your train of thought
     B                 A
Your paintings are all your own
      F#m
While troubles are rising
     G#m              A              B
We'd rather be scared together than alone

Refrão:

SOLO:  A  G#m  F#m  E  A  G#m  F#m  B

    A                      G#m
Now hear this Robert Zimmerman
         F#m                      E
Though I don't suppose we'll meet
A                    G#m
Ask your good friend Dylan
               F#m                       E
If he'd gaze a while down the old street
G#m                       C#m
Tell him we've lost his poems
         B                    A
So we're writing on the walls
F#m              G#m
Give us back our unity
A                  B
Give us back our family
       F#m           G#m
You're every nations refugee
      A                 B
Don't leave us with our sanity

Refrão:
   A                             D                   A
Ah here she comes here she comes here she comes again
That same old painted lady
         E
From the brow of the superbrain
       F#m
She'll scratch this world to pieces
       G
As she comes on like a friend
      A
But a couple of songs from your old scrap book
      E
Could send her home again
     G
Oh a couple of songs from your old scrap book
                          A
Could send her home again
                  D
Oh here she comes
                   A
Ooh here she comes
                   D
And here she comes

OUTRO SOLO:  A  G#m  F#m  E  A  G#m  F#m  B  E