G G I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man, that little man ain’t nothing but a thiefC But I don’t care at all I was destined to be poorG I was destined to stay in this cityG New Orleans in the morning after Mardi GrasG Is like the sweetest hangover you ever sawC All the buildings sag, beads hang from the treesG In the pink sky dawn I stumbled to Lafitte’sC In the corner of the bar with a notepad and a penG Am A little hair of the dog, I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man [Chorus]C G When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your jobAm C G Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore [Verse]G I hate a song where the singer is mad at their exG Cause they said they’d always love ‘em now they’ve gone up and leftC And they complain and they whine, and they want ‘em to come back homeG Am I say, out of seven billion people, let the ones who don’t love you go [Chorus]C G When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your jobAm C G Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore [Verse]G Never trust a musician who plays with their eyes openG All the good stuff happens when they’re closedC G You gotta give yourself the shivers before you can give ‘em to someone elseG So I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man and I left it in the dustG The perfect song is the song that you only got to play onceC I don’t wanna be no dinosaur blaming the asteroid for my strifeG Am I might’ve been born yesterday, but I’ve been up all night [Chorus]C G When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your jobAm C G Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore
I Wrote Mr Tambourine Man
John Craigie
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