Fourth time around — аккорды и текст

Fourth Time Around  -  Bob Dylan

When she said, Don't waste your words, they're just lies, I cried she was deaf.

And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, What else you got left?

It was then that I got up to leave But she said, Don't forget,

Ev'rybody must give something back For something they get.

I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.

And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, Don't get cute.

So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs,

And gallantly handed her My very last peice of gum.

She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ry-one walked.

And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked.

I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense,

Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against...

Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some.

She said, No, dear. I said, Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum.

She screamed  till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor,

And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

And when I was through, I filled up my shoe And brought it to you.

And you, you took me in, You loved me then, You didn't waste time.

And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.