A D
You
better go now, take what you want you think will last
A D
But
if there something you wish to keep better grab it fast
Em G D
Yonder
stands your orphan with his gun
Em G D
Crying
like a fire in the sun
F#m A
Look
out the saints are coming through
Em G D
And
it's all over now, Baby Blue.
A D
The
highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
A D
Take
what you have gathered from coincidence.
Em G D
The
empty-handed painter from your streets
Em G D
Is
drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
F#m A
The
sky, too, is folding under you
Em G D
And
it's all over now, Baby Blue.
A D
All
your seasick sailors, they are going home.
A D
Your
empty handed armies, they're are going home.
Em G D
Your
lover who just walked out your door
Em G D
Has
taken all his blankets from the floor.
F#m A
The
carpet, too, is moving under you
Em G D
And
it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Em G D
And
it's all over now, Baby Blue.
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