| C | D | G | C | |
| Hey, Mr. T | ambourine Man, p | lay a song for | me, |
| G | C | Am | C | |
| I'm not sl | eepy and there | ain't no | place I'm g | oing to. |
| C | D | G | C | |
| Hey, Mr. T | ambourine Man, p | lay a song for | me, |
| G | C | Am | D | G | |
| In the j | ingle jangle m | orning | I'll come f | ollowing y | ou. |
| C | D | G | C | |
| Though I k | now that evenings e | mpire has re | turned into s | and, |
| G | C | |
| Van | ished from my h | and, |
| G | C | Am | D | |
| Left me bl | indly here to st | and but | still not sle | eping. |
| C | D | G | C | |
| My wea | riness am | azes me, I'm br | anded on my f | eet, |
| G | C | |
| I h | ave no one to m | eet, |
| G | C | Am | D | |
| And the an | cient empty str | eet's too | dead for dr | eaming. |
Hi - I think that the last note in the 2nd line should be a D.... :o)