Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands

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[Verse]

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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
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And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
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And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
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and who among them could they really think could bury you?
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With your pockets well protected at last,
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And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
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And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
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and who among them would try to carry you?

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Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
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Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes,


[Verse]

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With your sheets like leather and your belt like lace,
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And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
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And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
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Who among them would really try to outguess you?
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With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
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Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
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And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
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Who among them would try to impress you?


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Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
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Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes,


[Chorus]

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My warehouse eyes and my Arabian drums,
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Shall I bring them to your gate,
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Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?


[Verse]

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With your Kings of Tyrus and their convict lists
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They're waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
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And you would not think it would happen like this,
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And who among them really wants just to kiss you? Kiss you!
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With your childhood flames and your midnight rug,
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And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
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And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
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And who among them do you think could resist you? Resist you!

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Sad-eyed lady from the lowlands,
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Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes,

[Verse]

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Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
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To show you the dead angels which they all used to hide.
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But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
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And how could they ever, ever, ever mistake you? Mistake you!
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For they wished you accepted the blame for the farmer,
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With the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
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And the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
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Oh how could they ever, ever, ever persuade you? Persuade you!

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Sad-eyed lady of the lowland,
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Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes,


[Chorus Repeat x3.1 to fade out]

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My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
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Shall I leave them at your gate,
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Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

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My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
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Shall I bring them to your gate,
Dm                          C
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

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Oh my sad warehouse eyes and my Arabian drums
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Shall I bring them to your gate,
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Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

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Hey hey my ware my warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums (fade)