Farewell Angelina (Bob Dylan, Joan Baez)

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 9     9  8   8  8  7
Fare-well An-gel-in-a

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6    -6   7   7    8
The bells of the crown 

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 8  8   8   8   7  7  -6   6
Are be-ing stol-en by ban-dits                               

3  3   -3”  4  -4    5
6  6   -6   7  -8    8
I must fol-low the sound 

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 9   9   8  -9  8   7
The tri-ang-le tin-gles 

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 6   6   -6   7   7    -8
And the trum-pet play slow 

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Fare-well An-gel-in-a 

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 7   7  -6 -6  6
The sky is on fire 

-3” 3  -3” 4
-6  6  -6  7
And I must go. 
  

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  9     9   8    8  8   7
There's no need for an-ger 
  
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  6     -6  7    7    8
There's no need for blame 

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   8     8    7  7   -6
There's noth-ing to prove 

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6   6    -6      7   -8   7
Ev-'ry-thing's still the same 

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 9   9 9   8    8    8  -8  7
Just a ta-ble stand-ing emp-ty 

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6   6   -6  7   7  -8
By the edge of the sea 

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 7    7   7  -6-6 -6 6
Fare-well An- gel-in-a 

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 7  7-6  -6  -6    6
The sky  is trem-bling 

-3” 4   -4    4
-6  7   -8    7
And I  must leave. 

The jacks and queens 
Have forsaked the courtyard 
Fifty-two gypsies 
Now file past the guards 
In the space where the deuce 
And the ace once ran wild 
Farewell Angelina 
The sky is folding 
I'll see you in a while. 

See the cross-eyed pirates sitting 
Perched in the sun 
Shooting tin cans 
With a sawed-off shotgun 
And the neighbors they clap 
And they cheer with each blast 
Farewell Angelina 
The sky's changing color 
And I must leave fast. 

King Kong, little elves 
On the rooftoops 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.