Tough Mama Bob Dylan
Tough Mama, [D] [Bm]
[A]meat shaking on your bones
[D] I'm g[Bm]onna t[A]ake you down to the river and get you stoned.
[Bm]Sister's on the highway with tha[A]t steel driving crew
[Bm]Papa's in the big house her wo[F#m]rking day[Em]s are thr[G]ough
[C] Tough [G]Mama,[A] can I blow a little smoke on you?
[D]Dark B[Bm]eauty,
[A]Won't you move it on over and make some room?
[D]It's m[Bm]y duty to b[A]ring you down to the field where the flowers bloom.
[Bm]Ashes in the furnace, dust on th[A]e rise,
[Bm]You came through it all the wa[F#m]y, flyin'[Em] through [G]the skies.
[C]Dark Be[G]auty [A]With that long night's journey in your eyes.
[D]Sweet G[Bm]oddess,
[A]born of a blinding light and a changing wind,
[D]Now, d[Bm]on't be mode[A]st, you know who you are and where you've been.
[Bm]Jack the Cowboy went up north He[A]'s buried in your past.
[Bm]The Lone Wolf went out drinkin[F#m]g That wa[Em]s over pr[G]etty fast.
[C]Sweet G[G]oddes[A]s Your perfect stranger's comin' in at last.
[D]Silver [Bm]Angel,
[A]with the badge of the lonesome road sewed in your sleeve,
[D]I'd be g[Bm]rateful if t[A]his golden ring you would receive.
[Bm]Today on the countryside it was [A]a-hotter than a crotch,
[Bm]I stood alone upon the ridge a[F#m]nd all I [Em]did was w[G]atch.
[C]Sweet G[G]oddes[A]s It must be time to carve another notch.
[D]I'm cre[Bm]stfallen,
[A]the world of illusion is at my door,
[D]I ain't [Bm]haulin' any o[A]f my lambs to the marketplace anymore.
[Bm]The prison walls are crumblin', [A]there is no end in sight,
[Bm]I've gained some recognition b[F#m]ut I lost[Em] my appet[G]ite.
[C]Dark Be[G]auty [A]Meet me at the border late tonight.
[D] [Bm] [A] [D] [Bm] [A]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm] [F#m] [Em] [G]
[C] [G] [A]
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