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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":665476,"song":"Desire","artist":"Bob Dylan","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/665476-desire-chords-by-bob-dylan/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/665476?type=chord","rating":4.61826,"votes":45,"content":"1 The Huricane\r\n\r\n|: [ch]Am[/ch]   [ch]F[/ch]   [ch]Am[/ch]   [ch]F[/ch] :|\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                           [ch]F[/ch]\r\nPistol shots ring out in the barroom night[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                             [ch]F[/ch]\r\nEnter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                          [ch]F[/ch]\r\nShe sees the bartender in a pool of blood,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                       [ch]F[/ch]\r\nCries out, \"My God, they killed them all!\"[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                           [ch]F[/ch]\r\nHere comes the story of the Hurricane,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]F[/ch]\r\nThe man the authorities came to blame[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Dm[/ch]                          [ch]C[/ch]\r\nFor somethin' that he never done.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Dm[/ch]                        [ch]C[/ch]   [ch]Em[/ch]              [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nPut in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]               [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe champion of the world.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[ch]Am[/ch]   [ch]F[/ch]   [ch]Am[/ch]   [ch]F[/ch]\r\n\r\nThree bodies lyin' there does Patty see\r\nAnd another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.\r\n\"I didn't do it,\" he says, and he throws up his hands\r\n\"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.\r\nI saw them leavin',\" he says, and he stops\r\n\"One of us had better call up the cops.\"\r\nAnd so Patty calls the cops\r\nAnd they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'\r\nIn the hot New Jersey night.\r\n\r\nMeanwhile, far away in another part of town\r\nRubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.\r\nNumber one contender for the middleweight crown\r\nHad no idea what kinda shit was about to go down\r\nWhen a cop pulled him over to the side of the road\r\nJust like the time before and the time before that.\r\nIn Paterson that's just the way things go.\r\nIf you're black you might as well not show up on the street\r\n'Less you wanna draw the heat.\r\n\r\nAlfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.\r\nHim and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around\r\nHe said, \"I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights\r\nThey jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.\"\r\nAnd Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.\r\nCop said, \"Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead\"\r\nSo they took him to the infirmary\r\nAnd though this man could hardly see\r\nThey told him that he could identify the guilty men.\r\n\r\nFour in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,\r\nTake him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.\r\nThe wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye\r\nSays, \"Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!\"\r\nYes, here's the story of the Hurricane,\r\nThe man the authorities came to blame\r\nFor somethin' that he never done.\r\nPut in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been\r\nThe champion of the world.\r\n\r\nFour months later, the ghettos are in flame,\r\nRubin's in South America, fightin' for his name\r\nWhile Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game\r\nAnd the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame. \r\n\"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?\"\r\n\"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?\"\r\n\"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?\"\r\n\"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?\"\r\n\"Don't forget that you are white.\"\r\n\r\nArthur Dexter Bradley said, \"I'm really not sure.\"\r\nCops said, \"A poor boy like you could use a break\r\nWe got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello\r\nNow you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.\r\nYou'll be doin' society a favor.\r\nThat sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.\r\nWe want to put his ass in stir\r\nWe want to pin this triple murder on him\r\nHe ain't no Gentleman Jim.\"\r\n\r\nRubin could take a man out with just one punch\r\nBut he never did like to talk about it all that much.\r\nIt's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay\r\nAnd when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way\r\nUp to some paradise\r\nWhere the trout streams flow and the air is nice\r\nAnd ride a horse along a trail.\r\nBut then they took him to the jailhouse\r\nWhere they try to turn a man into a mouse.\r\n\r\nAll of Rubin's cards were marked in advance\r\nThe trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.\r\nThe judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums\r\nTo the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum\r\nAnd to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.\r\nNo one doubted that he pulled the trigger. \r\nAnd though they could not produce the gun,\r\nThe D.A. said he was the one who did the deed\r\nAnd the all-white jury agreed.\r\n\r\nRubin Carter was falsely tried.\r\nThe crime was murder \"one,\" guess who testified?\r\nBello and Bradley and they both baldly lied\r\nAnd the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.\r\nHow can the life of such a man\r\nBe in the palm of some fool's hand?\r\nTo see him obviously framed\r\nCouldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land\r\nWhere justice is a game.\r\n\r\nNow all the criminals in their coats and their ties\r\nAre free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise\r\nWhile Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell\r\nAn innocent man in a living hell.\r\nThat's the story of the Hurricane,\r\nBut it won't be over till they clear his name\r\nAnd give him back the time he's done.\r\nPut in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been\r\nThe champion of the world.\r\n\r\n\r\n2 Isis\r\n[tab]      [ch]Bb[/ch]        [ch]Ab[/ch]          [ch]Eb[/ch]           [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nI married Isis on the fifth day of May,[/tab]\r\nBut I could not hold on to her very long.\r\nSo I cut off my hair and I rode straight away\r\nFor the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.\r\n\r\nI came to a high place of darkness and light.\r\nThe dividing line ran through the center of town.\r\nI hitched up my pony to a post on the right,\r\nWent in to a laundry to wash my clothes down.\r\n\r\nA man in the corner approached me for a match.\r\nI knew right away he was not ordinary.\r\nHe said, \"Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?\"\r\nI said, \"I got no money.\" He said, \"That ain't necessary.\"\r\n\r\nWe set out that night for the cold in the North.\r\nI gave him my blanket, he gave me his word.\r\nI said, \"Where are we goin'?\" He said we'd be back by the fourth.\r\nI said, \"That's the best news that I've ever heard.\"\r\n\r\nI was thinkin' about turquoise, I was thinkin' about gold,\r\nI was thinkin' about diamonds and the world's biggest necklace.\r\nAs we rode through the canyons, through the devilish cold,\r\nI was thinkin' about Isis, how she thought I was so reckless.\r\n\r\nHow she told me that one day we would meet up again,\r\nAnd things would be different the next time we wed,\r\nIf I only could hang on and just be her friend.\r\nI still can't remember all the best things she said.\r\n\r\nWe came to the pyramids all embedded in ice.\r\nHe said, \"There's a body I'm tryin' to find.\r\nIf I carry it out it'll bring a good price.\"\r\n'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.\r\n\r\nThe wind it was howlin' and the snow was outrageous.\r\nWe chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn.\r\nWhen he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious,\r\nBut I made up my mind that I had to go on.\r\n\r\nI broke into the tomb, but the casket was empty.\r\nThere was no jewels, no nothin', I felt I'd been had.\r\nWhen I saw that my partner was just bein' friendly,\r\nWhen I took up his offer I must-a been mad.\r\n\r\nI picked up his body and I dragged him inside,\r\nThrew him down in the hole and I put back the cover.\r\nI said a quick prayer and I felt satisfied.\r\nThen I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her.\r\n\r\nShe was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise.\r\nBlinded by sleep and in need of a bed,\r\nI came in from the East with the sun in my eyes.\r\nI cursed her one time then I rode on ahead.\r\n\r\nShe said, \"Where ya been?\" I said, \"No place special.\"\r\nShe said, \"You look different.\" I said, \"Well, not quite.\"\r\nShe said, \"You been gone.\" I said, \"That's only natural.\" She said,\r\n\"You gonna stay?\" I said, \"Yeah, I jes might.\"\r\n\r\nIsis, oh, Isis, you mystical child.\r\nWhat drives me to you is what drives me insane.\r\nI still can remember the way that you smiled\r\nOn the fifth day of May in the drizzlin' rain\r\n\r\n3 Mozambique\r\nIntro and recurring riff (only chords noted):\r\n\r\n  [ch]G/D[/ch]   [ch]D[/ch]'   [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]D[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab]|--7----5----3----2---\r\n|--8----7----0----3---\r\n|--7----7----0----2---\r\n|--0----0----0----0---\r\n|---------------------\r\n|---------------------[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G/D[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]'         [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]D[/ch]\r\n I like to spend some time in Mozambique[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G/D[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]'     [ch]G[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch]\r\n The sunny sky is aqua blue[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G/D[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]'      [ch]G[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch]\r\n And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]\r\n It's very nice to stay a week or two,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]\r\n And maybe fall in love just me and you.[/tab]\r\n\r\nThere's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique\r\nAnd plenty time for good romance\r\nAnd everybody likes to stop and speak\r\nTo give the special one you seek a chance\r\nOr maybe say hello with just a glance.\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                       [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nLying next to her by the ocean[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]                            [ch]D[/ch]\r\nReaching out and touching her hand,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                      [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nWhispering your secret emotion[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]A[/ch]\r\nMagic in a magical land.[/tab]\r\nAnd when it's time for leaving Mozambique\r\nTo say goodbye to sand and sea,\r\nYou turn around to take a final peek\r\nAnd you see why it's so unique to be\r\nAmong the lovely people living free\r\nUpon the beach of sunny Mozambique\r\n\r\n\r\n4 One More Cup of Coffee (Valley Below)\r\n\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nYour breath is sweet[/tab]\r\n[tab]                       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nYour eyes are like two jewels in the sky.[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]F[/ch]      \r\nYour back is straight, your hair is smooth[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]E[/ch]\r\nOn the pillow where you lie.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nBut I don't sense affection[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G[/ch]\r\nNo gratitude or love[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]F[/ch]\r\nYour loyalty is not to me[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]E[/ch]\r\nBut to the stars above.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]                              [ch]E[/ch]\r\nOne more cup of coffee for the road,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]                              [ch]E[/ch]\r\nOne more cup of coffee 'fore I go[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nTo the valley below.[/tab]\r\n\r\nYour daddy he's an outlaw\r\nAnd a wanderer by trade\r\nHe'll teach you how to pick and choose\r\nAnd how to throw the blade.\r\nHe oversees his kingdom\r\nSo no stranger does intrude\r\nHis voice it trembles as he calls out\r\nFor another plate of food.\r\n\r\nOne more cup of coffee for the road,\r\nOne more cup of coffee 'fore I go\r\nTo the valley below.\r\n\r\nYour sister sees the future\r\nLike your mama and yourself.\r\nYou've never learned to read or write\r\nThere's no books upon your shelf.\r\nAnd your pleasure knows no limits\r\nYour voice is like a meadowlark\r\nBut your heart is like an ocean\r\nMysterious and dark.\r\n\r\nOne more cup of coffee for the road,\r\nOne more cup of coffee 'fore I go\r\nTo the valley below\r\n\r\n5  Oh, Sister\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]           [ch]Bm[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]  (/[ch]B[/ch] [ch]Am[/ch]) [ch]G[/ch]\r\nOh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]              [ch]Em[/ch]              [ch]C[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nYou should not treat me like a stranger.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Bm[/ch]                 [ch]C[/ch]  (/[ch]B[/ch]   [ch]Am[/ch]) [ch]G[/ch]\r\nOur Father would not like the way that you act[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]          [ch]C[/ch]  [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd you must realize the danger.[/tab]\r\n\r\nOh, sister, am I not a brother to you\r\nAnd one deserving of affection?\r\nAnd is our purpose not the same on this earth,\r\nTo love and follow His direction?\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]            [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWe grew up together[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G[/ch]\r\nFrom the cradle to the grave[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]F[/ch]               [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWe died and were reborn[/tab]\r\n[tab]            [ch]G[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]      (/c-[ch]B[/ch]-a)\r\nAnd then mysteriously saved.[/tab]\r\nOh, sister, when I come to knock on your door,\r\nDon't turn away, you'll create sorrow.\r\nTime is an ocean but it ends at the shore\r\nYou may not see me tomorrow.\r\n\r\n\r\n6 Joey\r\n\r\n[ch]G[/ch]  [ch]F[/ch]     [ch]C[/ch]  [ch]G[/ch]   x2\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]                 [ch]G[/ch]\r\nBorn in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]C[/ch]                 [ch]G[/ch]\r\n Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch]                         [ch]G[/ch]\r\n Always on the outside  of whatever side there was[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]Em[/ch]                      [ch]G[/ch]            \r\nWhen they asked him why it had to be that way, [/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]C[/ch]         /[ch]B[/ch]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\n\"Well,\" he answered, \"just because.\"[/tab]\r\n\r\nLarry was the oldest, Joey was next to last.\r\nThey called Joe \"Crazy,\" the baby they called \"Kid Blast.\"\r\nSome say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.\r\nIt always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]     [ch]C[/ch]  [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nJoey, Joey,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nKing of the streets, child of clay.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]     [ch]C[/ch]  [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nJoey, Joey,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]              [ch]F[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]         [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWhat made them want to come and blow you away?[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]  [ch]F[/ch]     [ch]C[/ch]  [ch]G[/ch]   x2\r\nThere was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that[/tab]\r\nNo one ever knew for sure where they were really at.\r\nWhen they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof.\r\nHe went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof.\r\n\r\nThe war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets\r\nJoey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats\r\nTill they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.\r\nThey stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs.\r\n\r\nThe hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim,\r\n\"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame.\"\r\nBut Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, \"We're not those kind of men.\r\nIt's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again.\"\r\nJoey, Joey,\r\nKing of the streets, child of clay.\r\nJoey, Joey,\r\nWhat made them want to come and blow you away?\r\nThe police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith\r\nThey got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.\r\n\"What time is it?\" said the judge to Joey when they met\r\n\"Five to ten,\" said Joey. The judge says, \"That's exactly what you get.\"\r\n\r\nHe did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich\r\nThey threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike.\r\nHis closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand\r\nWhat it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.\r\n\r\nWhen they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight\r\nBut he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great.\r\nHe tried to find the way back into the life he left behind\r\nTo the boss he said, \"I have returned and now I want what's mine.\"\r\nJoey, Joey,\r\nKing of the streets, child of clay.\r\nJoey, Joey,\r\nWhy did they have to come and blow you away?\r\nIt was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun\r\n\"I'm around too many children,\" he'd say, \"they should never know of one.\"\r\nYet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe,\r\nEmptied out the register, said, \"Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe.\"\r\n\r\nOne day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York\r\nHe could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork.\r\nHe pushed the table over to protect his family\r\nThen he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy.\r\nJoey, Joey,\r\nKing of the streets, child of clay.\r\nJoey, Joey,\r\nWhat made them want to come and blow you away?\r\nSister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep.\r\nI heard his best friend Frankie say, \"He ain't dead, he's just asleep.\"\r\nThen I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave\r\nI guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.\r\n\r\nThe sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned\r\nThey said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born.\r\nAnd someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve\r\nI know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.\r\nJoey, Joey,\r\nKing of the streets, child of clay.\r\nJoey, Joey,\r\nWhat made them want to come and blow you away\r\n\r\n7 Romance in Durango\r\n\r\n[ch]D[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                   [ch]A[/ch]\r\nHot chili peppers in the blistering sun[/tab]\r\n[tab]                       [ch]G[/ch]   [ch]D[/ch]\r\nDust on my face and my cape,[/tab]\r\n[tab]                        [ch]A[/ch]\r\nMe and Magdalena on the run[/tab]\r\n[tab]                              [ch]G[/ch]   [ch]D[/ch]\r\nI think this time we shall escape.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\nSold my guitar to the baker's son\r\nFor a few crumbs and a place to hide,\r\nBut I can get another one\r\nAnd I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nNo llores, mi querida[/tab]\r\n\r\nDios nos vigila\r\n[tab]                                 [ch]G[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch]\r\nSoon the horse will take us to Durango.[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAgarrame, mi vida[/tab]\r\n\r\nSoon the desert will be gone\r\n[tab]                                [ch]G[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch]\r\nSoon you will be dancing the fandango.[/tab]\r\nPast the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people\r\nHoofbeats like castanets on stone. \r\nAt night I dream of bells in the village steeple \r\nThen I see the bloody face of Ramon.\r\n\r\nWas it me that shot him down in the cantina \r\nWas it my hand that held the gun? \r\nCome, let us fly, my Magdalena \r\nThe dogs are barking and what's done is done.\r\nNo llores, mi querida\r\nDios nos vigila \r\nSoon the horse will take us to Durango. \r\nAgarrame, mi vida \r\nSoon the desert will be gone \r\nSoon you will be dancing the fandango.\r\nAt the corrida we'll sit in the shade\r\nAnd watch the young torero stand alone. \r\nWe'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed \r\nWhen they rode with Villa into Torre6n.\r\n\r\nThen the padre will recite the prayers of old \r\nIn the little church this side of town. \r\nI will wear new boots and an earring of gold \r\nYou'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown.\r\n\r\nThe way is long but the end is near \r\nAlready the fiesta has begun. \r\nThe face of God will appear \r\nWith His serpent eyes of obsidian. \r\nNo ilores, mi querida\r\nDios nos vigila \r\nSoon the horse will take us to Durango. \r\nAgarrame, mi vida \r\nSoon the desert will be gone \r\nSoon you will be dancing the fandango.\r\nWas that the thunder that I heard?\r\nMy head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain. \r\nCome sit by me, don't say a word \r\nOh, can it be that I am slain?\r\n\r\nQuick, Magdalena, take my gun \r\nLook up in the hills, that flash of light. \r\nAim well my little one \r\nWe may not make it through the night. \r\nNo llores, mi querida\r\nDios nos vigila \r\nSoon the horse will take us to Durango. \r\nAgarrame, mi vida \r\nSoon the desert will be gone \r\nSoon you will be dancing the fandango.\r\n\r\n8 Black Diamond Bay\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]\r\nUp on the white veranda[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                         [ch]G[/ch]\r\nShe wears a necktie and a Panama hat.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]\r\nHer passport shows a face[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]             \r\nFrom another time and place[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]G[/ch]\r\nShe looks nothin' like that.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                          [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch]  \r\nAnd all the remnants of her recent past[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C/B[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAre scattered in the wild wind.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Bm[/ch]                \r\nShe walks across the marble floor[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]C[/ch]     [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]/b\r\nWhere a voice from the gambling room [/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G[/ch]\r\nis callin' her to come on in.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Bm[/ch]                      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nShe smiles, walks the other way[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]    /[ch]B[/ch]   [ch]Am[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch](/f#)      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAs the last ship sails and the moon fades away[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]C[/ch]     /[ch]B[/ch] [ch]Am[/ch]   [ch]G[/ch]\r\nFrom Black Diamond Bay.  [/tab]\r\n\r\nAs the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes down\r\nAnd he asks for a rope and a pen that will write.\r\n\"Pardon, monsieur,\" the desk clerk says,\r\nCarefully removes his fez,\r\n\"Am I hearin' you right?\"\r\nAnd as the yellow fog is liftin'\r\nThe Greek is quickly headin' for the second floor.\r\nShe passes him on the spiral staircase\r\nThinkin' he's the Soviet Ambassador,\r\nShe starts to speak, but he walks away\r\nAs the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway\r\nOn Black Diamond Bay.  \r\n\r\nA soldier sits beneath the fan\r\nDoin' business with a tiny man who sells him a ring.\r\nLightning strikes, the lights blow out.\r\nThe desk clerk wakes and begins to shout,\r\n\"Can you see anything?\"\r\nThen the Greek appears on the second floor\r\nIn his bare feet with a rope around his neck,\r\nWhile a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle,\r\nSays, \"Open up another deck.\"\r\nBut the dealer says, \"Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait,”\r\nAs the rain beats down and the cranes fly away\r\nFrom Black Diamond Bay.  \r\n\r\nThe desk clerk heard the woman laugh\r\nAs he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough.\r\nHe tried to grab the woman's hand,\r\nSaid, \"Here's a ring, it cost a grand.\"\r\nShe said, \"That ain't enough.\"\r\nThen she ran upstairs to pack her bags\r\nWhile a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb.\r\nShe passed the door that the Greek had locked,\r\nWhere a handwritten sign read, \"Do Not Disturb.\"\r\nShe knocked upon it anyway\r\nAs the sun went down and the music did play\r\nOn Black Diamond Bay.  \r\n\r\n\"I've got to talk to someone quick!\"\r\nBut the Greek said, \"Go away,\" and he kicked the chair to the floor.\r\nHe hung there from the chandelier.\r\nShe cried, \"Help, there's danger near\r\nPlease open up the door!\"\r\nThen the volcano erupted\r\nAnd the lava flowed down from the mountain high above.\r\nThe soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner\r\nThinking of forbidden love.\r\nBut the desk clerk said, \"It happens every day,\"\r\nAs the stars fell down and the fields burned away\r\nOn Black Diamond Bay.  \r\n\r\nAs the island slowly sank\r\nThe loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room.\r\nThe dealer said, \"It's too late now.\r\nYou can take your money, but I don't know how\r\nYou'll spend it in the tomb.\"\r\nThe tiny man bit the soldier's ear\r\nAs the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew,\r\nWhile she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her,\r\n\"My darling, je vous aime beaucoup.\"\r\nShe sheds a tear and then begins to pray\r\nAs the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away\r\nFrom Black Diamond Bay.  \r\n\r\nI was sittin' home alone one night in L.A.,\r\nWatchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news.\r\nIt seems there was an earthquake that\r\nLeft nothin' but a Panama hat\r\nAnd a pair of old Greek shoes.\r\nDidn't seem like much was happenin',\r\nSo I turned it off and went to grab another beer.\r\nSeems like every time you turn around\r\nThere's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear\r\nAnd there's really nothin' anyone can say\r\nAnd I never did plan to go anyway\r\nTo Black Diamond Bay.\r\n\r\n9 Sara\r\n\r\n[tab]  [ch]Em[/ch]                [ch]Am[/ch]  \r\nI laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]D[/ch]                        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nWhen the children were babies and played on the beach.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Em[/ch]                   [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nYou came up behind me, I saw you go by,[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]D[/ch]                   [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nYou were always so close and still within reach.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch] [ch]Bm[/ch]  [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nSara, Sara,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                         [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nWhatever made you want to change your mind?[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch] [ch]Bm[/ch]  [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nSara, Sara,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                      [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nSo easy to look at, so hard to define.[/tab]\r\n\r\nI can still see them playin' with their pails in the sand,\r\nThey run to the water their buckets to fill.\r\nI can still see the shells fallin' out of their hands\r\nAs they follow each other back up the hill.\r\n\r\nSara, Sara,\r\nSweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,\r\nSara, Sara,\r\nRadiant jewel, mystical wife.\r\n\r\nSleepin' in the woods by a fire in the night,\r\nDrinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar,\r\nThem playin' leapfrog and hearin' about Snow White,\r\nYou in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.  *)\r\n\r\nSara, Sara,\r\nIt's all so clear, I could never forget,\r\nSara, Sara,\r\nLovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.\r\n\r\nI can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells,\r\nI'd taken the cure and had just gotten through,\r\nStayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,\r\nWritin' \"Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands\" for you.\r\n\r\nSara, Sara,\r\nWherever we travel we're never apart.\r\nSara, oh Sara,\r\nBeautiful lady, so dear to my heart.\r\n\r\nHow did I meet you? I don't know.\r\nA messenger sent me in a tropical storm.\r\nYou were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow\r\nAnd on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.    **)\r\n\r\nSara, oh Sara,\r\nScorpio Sphinx in a calico dress,\r\nSara, Sara,\r\nYou must forgive me my unworthiness.\r\n\r\nNow the beach is deserted except for some kelp\r\nAnd a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore.\r\nYou always responded when I needed your help,\r\nYou gave me a map and a key to your door.\r\n\r\nSara, oh Sara,\r\nGlamorous nymph with an arrow and bow,\r\nSara, oh Sara,\r\nDon't ever leave me, don't ever go\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nThere you go Desire one of my person top 5 records of all time.","plain_text":"1 The Huricane\n\n|: Am   F   Am   F :|\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nAm   F   Am   F\n\nThree bodies lyin' there does Patty see\nAnd another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.\n\"I didn't do it,\" he says, and he throws up his hands\n\"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.\nI saw them leavin',\" he says, and he stops\n\"One of us had better call up the cops.\"\nAnd so Patty calls the cops\nAnd they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'\nIn the hot New Jersey night.\n\nMeanwhile, far away in another part of town\nRubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.\nNumber one contender for the middleweight crown\nHad no idea what kinda shit was about to go down\nWhen a cop pulled him over to the side of the road\nJust like the time before and the time before that.\nIn Paterson that's just the way things go.\nIf you're black you might as well not show up on the street\n'Less you wanna draw the heat.\n\nAlfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.\nHim and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around\nHe said, \"I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights\nThey jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.\"\nAnd Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.\nCop said, \"Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead\"\nSo they took him to the infirmary\nAnd though this man could hardly see\nThey told him that he could identify the guilty men.\n\nFour in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,\nTake him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.\nThe wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye\nSays, \"Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!\"\nYes, here's the story of the Hurricane,\nThe man the authorities came to blame\nFor somethin' that he never done.\nPut in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been\nThe champion of the world.\n\nFour months later, the ghettos are in flame,\nRubin's in South America, fightin' for his name\nWhile Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game\nAnd the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame. \n\"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?\"\n\"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?\"\n\"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?\"\n\"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?\"\n\"Don't forget that you are white.\"\n\nArthur Dexter Bradley said, \"I'm really not sure.\"\nCops said, \"A poor boy like you could use a break\nWe got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello\nNow you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.\nYou'll be doin' society a favor.\nThat sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.\nWe want to put his ass in stir\nWe want to pin this triple murder on him\nHe ain't no Gentleman Jim.\"\n\nRubin could take a man out with just one punch\nBut he never did like to talk about it all that much.\nIt's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay\nAnd when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way\nUp to some paradise\nWhere the trout streams flow and the air is nice\nAnd ride a horse along a trail.\nBut then they took him to the jailhouse\nWhere they try to turn a man into a mouse.\n\nAll of Rubin's cards were marked in advance\nThe trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.\nThe judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums\nTo the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum\nAnd to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.\nNo one doubted that he pulled the trigger. \nAnd though they could not produce the gun,\nThe D.A. said he was the one who did the deed\nAnd the all-white jury agreed.\n\nRubin Carter was falsely tried.\nThe crime was murder \"one,\" guess who testified?\nBello and Bradley and they both baldly lied\nAnd the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.\nHow can the life of such a man\nBe in the palm of some fool's hand?\nTo see him obviously framed\nCouldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land\nWhere justice is a game.\n\nNow all the criminals in their coats and their ties\nAre free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise\nWhile Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell\nAn innocent man in a living hell.\nThat's the story of the Hurricane,\nBut it won't be over till they clear his name\nAnd give him back the time he's done.\nPut in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been\nThe champion of the world.\n\n\n2 Isis\n\nBut I could not hold on to her very long.\nSo I cut off my hair and I rode straight away\nFor the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.\n\nI came to a high place of darkness and light.\nThe dividing line ran through the center of town.\nI hitched up my pony to a post on the right,\nWent in to a laundry to wash my clothes down.\n\nA man in the corner approached me for a match.\nI knew right away he was not ordinary.\nHe said, \"Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?\"\nI said, \"I got no money.\" He said, \"That ain't necessary.\"\n\nWe set out that night for the cold in the North.\nI gave him my blanket, he gave me his word.\nI said, \"Where are we goin'?\" He said we'd be back by the fourth.\nI said, \"That's the best news that I've ever heard.\"\n\nI was thinkin' about turquoise, I was thinkin' about gold,\nI was thinkin' about diamonds and the world's biggest necklace.\nAs we rode through the canyons, through the devilish cold,\nI was thinkin' about Isis, how she thought I was so reckless.\n\nHow she told me that one day we would meet up again,\nAnd things would be different the next time we wed,\nIf I only could hang on and just be her friend.\nI still can't remember all the best things she said.\n\nWe came to the pyramids all embedded in ice.\nHe said, \"There's a body I'm tryin' to find.\nIf I carry it out it'll bring a good price.\"\n'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.\n\nThe wind it was howlin' and the snow was outrageous.\nWe chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn.\nWhen he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious,\nBut I made up my mind that I had to go on.\n\nI broke into the tomb, but the casket was empty.\nThere was no jewels, no nothin', I felt I'd been had.\nWhen I saw that my partner was just bein' friendly,\nWhen I took up his offer I must-a been mad.\n\nI picked up his body and I dragged him inside,\nThrew him down in the hole and I put back the cover.\nI said a quick prayer and I felt satisfied.\nThen I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her.\n\nShe was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise.\nBlinded by sleep and in need of a bed,\nI came in from the East with the sun in my eyes.\nI cursed her one time then I rode on ahead.\n\nShe said, \"Where ya been?\" I said, \"No place special.\"\nShe said, \"You look different.\" I said, \"Well, not quite.\"\nShe said, \"You been gone.\" I said, \"That's only natural.\" She said,\n\"You gonna stay?\" I said, \"Yeah, I jes might.\"\n\nIsis, oh, Isis, you mystical child.\nWhat drives me to you is what drives me insane.\nI still can remember the way that you smiled\nOn the fifth day of May in the drizzlin' rain\n\n3 Mozambique\nIntro and recurring riff (only chords noted):\n\n  G/D   D'   G    D\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThere's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique\nAnd plenty time for good romance\nAnd everybody likes to stop and speak\nTo give the special one you seek a chance\nOr maybe say hello with just a glance.\n\n\n\n\nAnd when it's time for leaving Mozambique\nTo say goodbye to sand and sea,\nYou turn around to take a final peek\nAnd you see why it's so unique to be\nAmong the lovely people living free\nUpon the beach of sunny Mozambique\n\n\n4 One More Cup of Coffee (Valley Below)\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nYour daddy he's an outlaw\nAnd a wanderer by trade\nHe'll teach you how to pick and choose\nAnd how to throw the blade.\nHe oversees his kingdom\nSo no stranger does intrude\nHis voice it trembles as he calls out\nFor another plate of food.\n\nOne more cup of coffee for the road,\nOne more cup of coffee 'fore I go\nTo the valley below.\n\nYour sister sees the future\nLike your mama and yourself.\nYou've never learned to read or write\nThere's no books upon your shelf.\nAnd your pleasure knows no limits\nYour voice is like a meadowlark\nBut your heart is like an ocean\nMysterious and dark.\n\nOne more cup of coffee for the road,\nOne more cup of coffee 'fore I go\nTo the valley below\n\n5  Oh, Sister\n\n\n\n\n\n\nOh, sister, am I not a brother to you\nAnd one deserving of affection?\nAnd is our purpose not the same on this earth,\nTo love and follow His direction?\n\n\n\n\nOh, sister, when I come to knock on your door,\nDon't turn away, you'll create sorrow.\nTime is an ocean but it ends at the shore\nYou may not see me tomorrow.\n\n\n6 Joey\n\nG  F     C  G   x2\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nLarry was the oldest, Joey was next to last.\nThey called Joe \"Crazy,\" the baby they called \"Kid Blast.\"\nSome say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.\nIt always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.\n\n\n\n\n\n\nNo one ever knew for sure where they were really at.\nWhen they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof.\nHe went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof.\n\nThe war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets\nJoey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats\nTill they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.\nThey stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs.\n\nThe hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim,\n\"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame.\"\nBut Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, \"We're not those kind of men.\nIt's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again.\"\nJoey, Joey,\nKing of the streets, child of clay.\nJoey, Joey,\nWhat made them want to come and blow you away?\nThe police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith\nThey got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.\n\"What time is it?\" said the judge to Joey when they met\n\"Five to ten,\" said Joey. The judge says, \"That's exactly what you get.\"\n\nHe did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich\nThey threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike.\nHis closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand\nWhat it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.\n\nWhen they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight\nBut he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great.\nHe tried to find the way back into the life he left behind\nTo the boss he said, \"I have returned and now I want what's mine.\"\nJoey, Joey,\nKing of the streets, child of clay.\nJoey, Joey,\nWhy did they have to come and blow you away?\nIt was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun\n\"I'm around too many children,\" he'd say, \"they should never know of one.\"\nYet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe,\nEmptied out the register, said, \"Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe.\"\n\nOne day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York\nHe could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork.\nHe pushed the table over to protect his family\nThen he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy.\nJoey, Joey,\nKing of the streets, child of clay.\nJoey, Joey,\nWhat made them want to come and blow you away?\nSister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep.\nI heard his best friend Frankie say, \"He ain't dead, he's just asleep.\"\nThen I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave\nI guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.\n\nThe sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned\nThey said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born.\nAnd someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve\nI know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.\nJoey, Joey,\nKing of the streets, child of clay.\nJoey, Joey,\nWhat made them want to come and blow you away\n\n7 Romance in Durango\n\nD\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nSold my guitar to the baker's son\nFor a few crumbs and a place to hide,\nBut I can get another one\nAnd I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.\n\n\nDios nos vigila\n\n\n\nSoon the desert will be gone\n\nPast the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people\nHoofbeats like castanets on stone. \nAt night I dream of bells in the village steeple \nThen I see the bloody face of Ramon.\n\nWas it me that shot him down in the cantina \nWas it my hand that held the gun? \nCome, let us fly, my Magdalena \nThe dogs are barking and what's done is done.\nNo llores, mi querida\nDios nos vigila \nSoon the horse will take us to Durango. \nAgarrame, mi vida \nSoon the desert will be gone \nSoon you will be dancing the fandango.\nAt the corrida we'll sit in the shade\nAnd watch the young torero stand alone. \nWe'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed \nWhen they rode with Villa into Torre6n.\n\nThen the padre will recite the prayers of old \nIn the little church this side of town. \nI will wear new boots and an earring of gold \nYou'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown.\n\nThe way is long but the end is near \nAlready the fiesta has begun. \nThe face of God will appear \nWith His serpent eyes of obsidian. \nNo ilores, mi querida\nDios nos vigila \nSoon the horse will take us to Durango. \nAgarrame, mi vida \nSoon the desert will be gone \nSoon you will be dancing the fandango.\nWas that the thunder that I heard?\nMy head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain. \nCome sit by me, don't say a word \nOh, can it be that I am slain?\n\nQuick, Magdalena, take my gun \nLook up in the hills, that flash of light. \nAim well my little one \nWe may not make it through the night. \nNo llores, mi querida\nDios nos vigila \nSoon the horse will take us to Durango. \nAgarrame, mi vida \nSoon the desert will be gone \nSoon you will be dancing the fandango.\n\n8 Black Diamond Bay\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nAs the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes down\nAnd he asks for a rope and a pen that will write.\n\"Pardon, monsieur,\" the desk clerk says,\nCarefully removes his fez,\n\"Am I hearin' you right?\"\nAnd as the yellow fog is liftin'\nThe Greek is quickly headin' for the second floor.\nShe passes him on the spiral staircase\nThinkin' he's the Soviet Ambassador,\nShe starts to speak, but he walks away\nAs the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway\nOn Black Diamond Bay.  \n\nA soldier sits beneath the fan\nDoin' business with a tiny man who sells him a ring.\nLightning strikes, the lights blow out.\nThe desk clerk wakes and begins to shout,\n\"Can you see anything?\"\nThen the Greek appears on the second floor\nIn his bare feet with a rope around his neck,\nWhile a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle,\nSays, \"Open up another deck.\"\nBut the dealer says, \"Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait,”\nAs the rain beats down and the cranes fly away\nFrom Black Diamond Bay.  \n\nThe desk clerk heard the woman laugh\nAs he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough.\nHe tried to grab the woman's hand,\nSaid, \"Here's a ring, it cost a grand.\"\nShe said, \"That ain't enough.\"\nThen she ran upstairs to pack her bags\nWhile a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb.\nShe passed the door that the Greek had locked,\nWhere a handwritten sign read, \"Do Not Disturb.\"\nShe knocked upon it anyway\nAs the sun went down and the music did play\nOn Black Diamond Bay.  \n\n\"I've got to talk to someone quick!\"\nBut the Greek said, \"Go away,\" and he kicked the chair to the floor.\nHe hung there from the chandelier.\nShe cried, \"Help, there's danger near\nPlease open up the door!\"\nThen the volcano erupted\nAnd the lava flowed down from the mountain high above.\nThe soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner\nThinking of forbidden love.\nBut the desk clerk said, \"It happens every day,\"\nAs the stars fell down and the fields burned away\nOn Black Diamond Bay.  \n\nAs the island slowly sank\nThe loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room.\nThe dealer said, \"It's too late now.\nYou can take your money, but I don't know how\nYou'll spend it in the tomb.\"\nThe tiny man bit the soldier's ear\nAs the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew,\nWhile she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her,\n\"My darling, je vous aime beaucoup.\"\nShe sheds a tear and then begins to pray\nAs the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away\nFrom Black Diamond Bay.  \n\nI was sittin' home alone one night in L.A.,\nWatchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news.\nIt seems there was an earthquake that\nLeft nothin' but a Panama hat\nAnd a pair of old Greek shoes.\nDidn't seem like much was happenin',\nSo I turned it off and went to grab another beer.\nSeems like every time you turn around\nThere's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear\nAnd there's really nothin' anyone can say\nAnd I never did plan to go anyway\nTo Black Diamond Bay.\n\n9 Sara\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nI can still see them playin' with their pails in the sand,\nThey run to the water their buckets to fill.\nI can still see the shells fallin' out of their hands\nAs they follow each other back up the hill.\n\nSara, Sara,\nSweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,\nSara, Sara,\nRadiant jewel, mystical wife.\n\nSleepin' in the woods by a fire in the night,\nDrinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar,\nThem playin' leapfrog and hearin' about Snow White,\nYou in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.  *)\n\nSara, Sara,\nIt's all so clear, I could never forget,\nSara, Sara,\nLovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.\n\nI can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells,\nI'd taken the cure and had just gotten through,\nStayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,\nWritin' \"Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands\" for you.\n\nSara, Sara,\nWherever we travel we're never apart.\nSara, oh Sara,\nBeautiful lady, so dear to my heart.\n\nHow did I meet you? I don't know.\nA messenger sent me in a tropical storm.\nYou were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow\nAnd on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.    **)\n\nSara, oh Sara,\nScorpio Sphinx in a calico dress,\nSara, Sara,\nYou must forgive me my unworthiness.\n\nNow the beach is deserted except for some kelp\nAnd a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore.\nYou always responded when I needed your help,\nYou gave me a map and a key to your door.\n\nSara, oh Sara,\nGlamorous nymph with an arrow and bow,\nSara, oh Sara,\nDon't ever leave me, don't ever go\n\n\n\n\nThere you go Desire one of my person top 5 records of all time.","chords":["Am","F","C","Dm","Em","G","A","D","Bb","Ab","Eb","G/D","Bm","F#m","E","B","C/B"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]},"Bm":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,3,4,2,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,3,2]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"Dm":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,2,3,1],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,1]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}