| Bb | |
| Praying in the ghetto with my face in the cement. |
| Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent. |
| Felt around for the light switch, felt around for her face. |
| Been treated like a farm animal on a wild goose chase. |
| Eb | |
| West of the Jordan, |
| Bb | |
| East of the Rock of Gibral | tar. |
| F | |
| I see the | turning of the page, |
| Eb | |
| The | rising of a new age. |
| Bb | Db | Eb | F | Bb | |
| See the | groom | still | waiting | at the | altar. |
| Bb | |
| Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery, |
| Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your silence for snobbery. |
| Got the message this morning the one that was sent to me |
| About the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be. |
| Chorus |
| Bb | |
| I don't know what I could say about Claudette that wouldn't come back |
| to haunt me. |
| Finally had to give her up about the time she began to want me. |
| But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated. |
| I'd have done anything for that woman if she'd only made me feel obligated. |
| Chorus |
| Bb | |
| Put your hand on my head, baby. Do I have a temperature? |
| I see people who are supposed to know better standing around like |
| furniture. |
| There's a wall between you and what you want; you got to leap it. |
| Tonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won't have the power to |
| keep it. |
| Chorus |
| Bb | |
| City's on fire, phone's out of order. |
| They're killing nuns and soldiers, there's fighting on the border. |
| What can I say about Claudette? Ain't seen her since January. |
| She could be respectably married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires. |
| Chorus |
| To get the sound Dylan gets, try a capo on six: |
| Bb | |
| = E capo 6 |
| Eb | |
| = A capo 6 |
| F | |
| = B capo 6 |
| Db | |
| = G capo 6 |