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Changing of the Guard Bob Dylan
While the [C]good shepherd [D]grieves
Desperate [Em]men, d[Am-C]esperate [G]women div[D]ided,
Spreading their [Em]wings 'neath the [C]fall[D]ing [G]leaves.
[G]Fort[D]une c[Em]alls.
[Am-C]I stepped f[G]orth from the s[D]hadows, to the marketp[Em]lace,
Merchants and [C]thieves, hungry for [D]power, my last deal gone [Em]down.
She'[Am-C]s smelling s[G]weet like the m[D]eadows where she was [Em]born,
On midsummer's [C]eve, [D]near the [G]tower.
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The [G]cold-[D]blooded [Em]moon.
The c[Am-C]aptain w[G]aits above the celeb[D]ration
Sending his [Em]thoughts to a [C]beloved [D]maid
Whose ebony [Em]face [Am-C]is beyo[G]nd communic[D]ation.
The captain is [Em]down but still believing that his l[C]ove will [D]be repa[G]id.
They [G]shaved [D]her [Em]head.
She was t[Am-]orn [C]between [G]Jupiter and A[D]pollo.
A messenger [Em]arrived with a [C]black nighting[D]ale.
I seen her on the [Em]stairs a[Am-C]nd I c[G]ouldn't help but f[D]ollow,
Follow her [Em]down past the fountain where they [C]lift[D]ed her v[G]eil.
(Interlude)
I [G]stumbled [D]to my [Em]feet.
I rode pa[Am-C]st dest[G]ruction in the d[D]itches
With the [Em]stitches still mending 'neath a [C]heart-shaped tatt[D]oo.
Renegade [Em]priests [Am-C]and tr[G]eacherous young w[D]itches
Were [Em]handing out the flowers that I'd [C]giv[D]en to [G]you.
The p[G]alace [D]of m[Em]irrors
Wh[Am-]ere [C]dog so[G]ldiers are refl[D]ected,
The endless [Em]road and the w[C]ailing of c[D]himes,
The empty [Em]rooms whe[Am-C]re her m[G]emory is prot[D]ected,
Where the [Em]angels' voices whisper to the [C]souls of [D]previous t[G]imes.
(Interlude)
She w[G]akes [D]him [Em]up
Forty-ei[Am]ght[-C] hours l[G]ater, the sun is br[D]eaking
Near broken ch[Em]ains, mountain l[C]aurel and rolling r[D]ocks
She's begging to [Em]know[Am-C] what measures he [G]now will be t[D]aking
He's pulling her [Em]down and she's clutching on to his [C]long g[D]olden l[G]ocks.
G[G]entlem[D]en, he s[Em]aid,
[Am-C]I don't n[G]eed your organiz[D]ation, I've shined your [Em]shoes,
I've moved your [C]mountains and marked your [D]cards
But Eden is bur[Em]ning, eith[Am-C]er get b[G]rave for elimin[D]ation
Or else your h[Em]earts must have the courage for the c[C]hanging [D]of the g[G]uards.
(Interlude)
P[G]eace w[D]ill c[Em]ome
Wi[Am-C]th tranqu[G]ility and spl[D]endor on the wheels of f[Em]ire
But will [C]offer no rew[D]ard when her false idols [Em]fall
A[Am-C]nd cruel[G] death surre[D]nders with its p[Em]ale ghost retreating
Between the [C]King and the [D]Queen of [G]Swords.
(Interlude)
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