Oh, Sister Bob Dylan [G]Oh, sister, [Bm]when I come to [C]lie[(/B] in [Am)]your[G] arms [G]You should not [Em]treat me like a [C]stran[G]ger. [G]Our Father [Bm]would not like the [C]way[(/B] that [Am)]you [G]act [G]And you must [Em]realize the [C]dan[G]ger. Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you And one deserving of affection? And is our purpose not the same on this earth, To love and follow His direction? [F]We grew up to[C]gether From the [G]cradle to the grave We [F]died and were re[C]born (dylanchords.info)
