First Release-'Blonde On Blonde' 1966. 'BOB DYLAN LIVE 1966' 1998. Intro.: (E A)3x B7 F#m E A When she said, E A E "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," A E A I cried she was deaf. E A E A E And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, A E A Then said, "What else you got left?" B7 It was then that I got up to leave F#m But she said, "Don't forget, E A E Everybody must give something back A E A For something they get." intro E A I stood there and hummed, E A E I tapped on her drum and asked her how come. A E A And she buttoned her boot, E A E A E And straightened her suit, A E A Then she said, "Don't get cute." F#m So I forced my hands in my pockets E A E And felt with my thumbs, E A E And gallantly handed her A E A My very last piece of gum. intro E A She threw me outside, E A E I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked. A E A And after finding I'd E A E A E Forgotten my shirt, A E A I went back and knocked. B7 I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, F#m And I tried to make sense E A E Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair A E A That leaned up against . . . intro E A Her Jamaican rum E A E And when she did come, I asked her for some. A E A She said, "No, dear." E A E A E I said, "Your words aren't clear, A E A You'd better spit out your gum." B7 She screamed till her face got so red F#m Then she fell on the floor, E A E And I covered her up and then A E A Thought I'd go look through her drawer. intro E A And, when I was through E A E I filled up my shoe A E A And brought it to you. E A E A E And you, you took me in, A E A You loved me then B7 You didn't waste time. F#m And I, I never took much, E A E I never asked for your crutch. A E A Now don't ask for mine. Enjoy!