Standard (EADGBE)

Yes you loved me and you sold all my clothes

I love you but that's the way that it goes

So it goes guess you know how I feel

So it goes it just couldn't be real

And we know it's wrong and I don't think it's gonna go on

When I come home carrying my shoes

I've been waiting to tell you some news

And you want me home all night

And you don't want another fight

But you better love find some love

You better love me Jesus Christ

Yes you loved me and you sold all my clothes

I love you but that's the way that it goes

So it goes guess you know how I feel

So it goes it just couldn't be real

And you want me home all night

And you don't want another fight

But you better love find some love

You better love me Jesus Christ

Flying Burrito Brothers To Romona written by Bob Dylan

Romona come closer shut softley your watery eyes

The pangs of your sadness shall pass as your senses will rise

But the flowers of the city thou breath like yet death like the at

times

There's no use in trying to deal with the dying

Though I can not explain that in rhymes

Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss

Have to be by the touch of your skin

Your magnetic movements still capture the moments I'm in

It grieves my heart love to see you trying to be a part of a world

that just don't exist

It's all just a scheme babe a vaccum of dreams that sucks you into

feeling like this

I've heard you say many times that your better than no-one

And no-one is better than you

If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win and

nothing to lose

>From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem

They'll hype you & type & make you feel that you got to be just like

them

I'd forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a

meaningless

ring

For deep in my heart there's no help I can bring

Everything passes everything changes just do what you think you should

do

Then someday maybe who knows baby I'll come and be crying to you

^?