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Jokerman

Bob Dylan

Key: BEnglish
136 bpm
Verse
A#Standin' on the water A#maj7casting your bread,
Cm/A#While the eyes of the idol with the F/A#iron head are gloA#wing. D#/A# 
A#Distant ships sailin' A#maj7into the mist,
You were Cm/A#born with a snake in both of your F/A#fists,
While a hurricane was A#blowing.
Cm7Freedom, just Faround the corner for you. A# 
But with Cm7truth so far off, Fwhat good would it do? A# D# 
Chorus
FJokerman dance to the D#nightingale's tune.
A#Bird fly F/Ahigh by the D#/Glight of the D#moon.
A#/DOh, oh, D#6oh F JoA#kerman.
Verse
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures so full of dread,
You don't show one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin.
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.
Chorus
Verse
You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds,
You're a dream twister.
You go to Sodom and Gomorrah, but what do you care?
Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
A friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame.
You look into the fiery furnace - see the rich man without any name.
Chorus
Verse
Well the book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea,
Are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could have carved out your features.
Resting in the fields far from the turbulent space.
Half asleep neath the stars with a small dog licking your face.
Chorus
Verse
Well the (mafia?) man stalkin' the sick and the lame,
Preacher man seeks the same,
Who'll get there first is uncertain.
Matchsticks and water cannons teargas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks,
Behind every curtain.
False-hearted judges dyin' in the webs that they spin.
Only a matter of time til night comes steppin' in.
Chorus
Verse
It's a shadowy world - skies are slippery grey,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today,
And dressed him in scarlet.
He'll put the priest in his pocket - put the blade to the heat,
Take the motherless children off the street,
And place them at the feet of a harlot.
Oh Jokerman you know what he wants.
Oh Jokerman you don't show any response.
Chorus

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