In Search of Little Sadie Bob Dylan
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Went [G]out last night just to take a little round.
I [F#]met my little Sadie and I brought her down.
I [G#]ran right home and I went to bed
With a [A]forty-four smokeless under my head.
[A]I began to think what a deed I'd done.
I grabbed my hat and I began to run.
I made a god run but I ran too slow;
They overtook me down in [Bb]Jericho
[F]Standing on a corner I's ringin' my bell,
Up stepped the sheriff from [F#]Thomasville.
He [G]says 'Young man is your name [G#]Brown?
Remember you blowed Sadie down."[C#m]
(from this point there is some kind of regular rhythm)
&quo[C#m]t;Oh yes sir, my name is Lee.
[G#m] I murdered little Sadie in the first degree.
[F#m] First degree and second degree.
If you've [Bm]got any papers will you [F#]serve them to me?"
Well they [D]took me down town and they [A]dressed me in black,
They [G]put me on a train and they [D]sent me back.
I had no one for to [A]go my bail;
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They crammed me back into the county jail.
Oh, yes they did.
Now, the [C]judge and the jury they took their stand.
The [F]judge had the papers in his [Fm]right hand.
[C]Forty-one days, [Am]forty-one nights;
[F]Forty-one [Fm]years to wear the ball and the stripes;
Went [C]out last night to [Am]take a little round.
I [Em]met little Sadie and I [G7]blowed her down.
I [C]ran right home and I [Em]went to bed,
A [F]forty-four smokeless un[Dm]der [Fm]my [C]head.
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