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| Song Name: |
Farewell Angelina (hi-lo) |
By: |
Bob Dylan, Joan Baez |
| Posted By: |
WaltP |
Difficulty: |
Any |
| Key: |
F |
Genre: |
Folk |
| Harp Type: |
Diatonic |
Audio: |
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| Created: |
2011-01-29 13:01:28 |
Modified: |
0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
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| | Fav Count: | 8 |
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| Song: |
Farewell Angelina
By Bob Dylan
Joan Baez
Key: F
6 6 5 5 5 4
9 9 8 8 8 7
Fare-well An-gel-in-a
3 -3� 4 4 5
6 -6 7 7 8
The bells of the crown
5 5 5 5 4 4 -3� 3
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
6 6 5 -5 5 4
9 9 8 -9 8 7
The tri-ang-le tin-gles
3 3 -3� 4 4 -4
6 6 -6 7 7 -8
And the trum-pet play slow
4 4 -3�-3� -3�3
7 7 -6 -6 -6 6
Fare-well An-gel-in-a
4 4 -3�-3� 3
7 7 -6 -6 6
The sky is on fire
-3� 3 -3� 4
-6 6 -6 7
And I must go.
6 6 5 5 5 4
9 9 8 8 8 7
There's no need for an-ger
3 -3� 4 4 5
6 -6 7 7 8
There's no need for blame
5 5 4 4 -3�
8 8 7 7 -6
There's noth-ing to prove
3 3 -3� 4 -4 4
6 6 -6 7 -8 7
Ev-'ry-thing's still the same
6 6 6 5 5 5 -4 4
9 9 9 8 8 8 -8 7
Just a ta-ble stand-ing emp-ty
3 3 -3� 4 4 -4
6 6 -6 7 7 -8
By the edge of the sea
4 4 4 -3�-3�-3�3
7 7 7 -6-6 -6 6
Fare-well An- gel-in-a
4 4-3� -3� -3� 3
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.
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