Тональность: B major•
Verse 1
B
I'm a fly -by -night stealer
Folks singin' junkie,
E
I get high when I can't find my way
I heard
B
Colorado is good to my kind
F#sus4
Maybe I'll go there someday
F#
B
Well, my rhymes are gettin' tired
and my illusions are worn
E
I'm a preacher with nothin' to say
So talk to me,
B
Dylan, show me a sign
Before I get carried away
E
Angels and highways and
F#sus4
F#
low mountain songs
B
Is the mantle in place,
E
the tremolo is along
B
Cloudy next morning's crawl
E
under the night's beret
B
It's a hell of a ride,
F#sus4
B
Bm
this wild -eyed serenade
B
The heroes and villains, black and white ramblers,
E
sinners, they're just trying to hide.
B
Movers and shakers will talk
too damn loud
F#
B
When I just want to stop for the night
E
Angels and highways and
F#sus4
F#
old mountain songs
B
The mandolin plays and the
B
Cloudy next morning's crawl
E
under the night's parade
B
It's a hell of a ride,
F#sus4
B
E
B
F#sus4
B
this wild -out serenade
Well, melodies linger off in the distance
E
And mix with those words in my head
The phone is still ringing,
B
but why won't she answer?
F#
B
It must have been something I said
E
With angels and highways
F#
and old mountain songs
B
The mandolin plays and the
E
trombone whizzes along
B
Cloudy next morning's crawl
E
under the night's beret
B
It's a hell of a ride,
F#
F#sus4
B
this wild -eyed serenade
It's a hell of a ride,
E
on the lows and the highs
B
F#
B
F#
B
This wild -eyed ser en ade
You
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