It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
Bob Dylan
| G | C |
You | must leave now, take what you need you | think will last. |
| G | C |
But | whatever you wish to keep you better | grab it fast! |
| Dm | F | C |
| Yonder stands your | orphan with his | gun; |
| Dm | F | C |
| Crying like a | fire in the | sun. |
| E7 | G |
| Look out the Saints are comin' | through: |
| Dm | F | C |
And - | It's all over | now, Baby | Blue. |
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. | |
Take what you have gathered from coincidence. | |
The empty handed painter from your streets | |
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. | |
This sky too, is folding under you: | |
And - It's all over now, Baby Blue. | |
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. | |
All your reindeer armies, are all going home. | |
The lover who just walked out your door | |
Has taken all his blankets from the floor. | |
The carpet too, is moving under you: | |
And - It's all over now, Baby Blue. | |
Leave your stepping stone behind, something calls for you. | |
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you. | |
The vagabond who's rapping at your door | |
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. | |
Strike another match, go start anew: | |
And - It's all over now, Baby Blue. | |
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