#-------------------------------PLEASE NOTE-------------------------------------# # This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # # song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------# Farewell Angelina chords Joan Baez (Bob Dylan) Capo II e|------------| B|------------| G|------------| D|------------| A|-3-----3----| E|---3-5----3-| CFarewell (x32010@1)Angelina F (133211@1) CThe (x32010@1)bells of the crown F (133211@1) CAre (x32010@1)being stolen by bandits F (133211@1) CI (x32010@1)must follow the sound The triangle tingles F (133211@1) GAnd (320003@1)the trumpet play slow Am (x02210@1) EmFarewell (022000@1)Angelina Am (x02210@1) EmThe (022000@1)sky is on fire F (133211@1) CAnd (x32010@1)I must go. CThere's (x32010@1)no need for anger F (133211@1) C (x32010@1) There's no need for blame F (133211@1) CThere's (x32010@1)nothing to prove F (133211@1) C (x32010@1) Ev'rything's still the same Just a table standing empty F (133211@1) GBy (320003@1)the edge of the sea Am (x02210@1) EmFarewell (022000@1)Angelina Am (x02210@1) EmThe (022000@1)sky is trembling F (133211@1) CAnd (x32010@1)I must leave. CThe (x32010@1)jacks and queens F (133211@1) CHave (x32010@1)forsaken the courtyard F (133211@1) CFifty-two (x32010@1)gypsies F (133211@1) CNow (x32010@1)file past the guards In the space where the deuce F (133211@1) GAnd (320003@1)the ace once ran wild Am (x02210@1) EmFarewell (022000@1)Angelina Am (x02210@1) EmThe (022000@1)sky is folding F (133211@1) CI'll (x32010@1)see you in a while. C (x32010@1) See the cross-eyed pirates sitting F (133211@1) CPerched (x32010@1)in the sun Shooting tin cans F (133211@1) CWith (x32010@1)a sawed-off shotgun And the neighbors they clap F (133211@1) GAnd (320003@1)they cheer with each blast Am (x02210@1) EmFarewell (022000@1)Angelina Am (x02210@1) EmThe (022000@1)sky's changing color F (133211@1) CAnd (x32010@1)I must leave fast. King Kong, little elves On the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the make-up man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone Farewell Angelina The sky is embarrassed And I must be gone. The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks The fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks Call me any name you like I will never deny it Farewell Angelina The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet. Set8