Bob Dylan

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		Название песни	текст	аккорды	табы
		All the tired horses in the sun...
		Been beat up and battered 'round...
		Clouds so swift...
		Congratulations for breaking my heart...
		Covenant woman got a contract with the Lord...
		Doctor, doctor tell me the time of day...
		Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats...
		He loves your sexy body, he loves your dirty mind...
		He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks...
		Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me...
		How many roads must a man walk down...
		I don't want nothing...
		I didn't mean to treat you so bad...
		I get rattled every time we meet, I get rattled even in my sleep, I get...
		I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid...
		I'm gonna walk across the desert 'til I'm in my right mind...
		I've wandered around with nothing more than time on my hands...
		If not for you...
		It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe...
		It was raining in the morning of November...
		It's unbelievable, it's strange but true...
		Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed...
		Let me in here, I know I've been here...
		Like a ship on the sea...
		Look out your window That grass ain't green...
		Looking back upon my youth...
		Love rescue me...
		Mama, take this badge out of me...
		Margarita...
		May the good Lord be with you down every road you roam...
		Of war and peace the truth just twists...
		Oh God said to Abraham, Kill me a son...
		Oh where have been my blue-eyed son...
		Once upon a time you dressed so fine...
		Seven, seven, seven--deadly sins...
		She was there at the bar, she heard my guitar...
		She's got her pudding in the oven...
		Ten thousand men on a hill...
		The pale moon rose in its glory...
		There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief...
		There was a little boy and there was a little girl...
		Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash...
		Well I woke up this morning, the place was such a wreck...
		Well it's alright, riding around in the breeze...
		Well, early in the mornin'...
		When she said,Don't waste...
		When the rain is blowing in your face...
		When your mother sends back all your invitations...
		Where were you last night...
		While you're strolling down the fairway...
		Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin...
		Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a gypsy queen...
		You always said that I'd be back again...
		You got a lotta nerve...
		You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last...
		You put your hand on your head, put your foot in the air...
		You took my breath away...
		You walk in, half past nine...
		You're waltzing round the room tonight...
		Эй, мистер Белый Гриб! Позови меня в свой трип...

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