Bob Dylan

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 G     C                 G
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
        C               G
Cannot hold you to its heat
             C                  G
Your temperature's too hot for taming
              C                       G
Your flaming feet a-burnin' up the street

C/D  G/D       C/D       G
I am homeless, come and take me
C/D     G/D           C/D       D
To the reach of your rattling drums
 C       G        C      D       G
Let me know, babe, all about my fortune
       C       D        G
Down along my restless palms

Gypsy gal, you've got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes so fast and slashing
And your flashing diamond teeth

The night is pitch black, come and make my
Pale face fit in the place, ah please
I gotta know babe, I'm nearly drowning
If it's you, my lifelines trace

I've been wonderin' all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where

You have slayed me, you have made me
I got to laugh half ways off my heels
I got to know babe, will you surround me?
So I can know if I'm really real