C6   C  Em  F  G   


[Verse]

          C       Em           F          Dm   G
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
         C         Em             F            Dm     G
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
         F      Em              Dm  Dm/G  C
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
         Em                   F                  Dm      G
and who among them could they really think could bury you?
          C       Em       F        Dm   G
With your pockets well protected at last,
         C         Em                F            Dm     G
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
         F          Em             Dm Dm/G  C
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
        Em               F      Dm         G
and who among them would try to carry you?

Dm                   C        G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                               C      G
Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes,


[Verse]

          C           Em               F         Dm   G
With your sheets like leather and your belt like lace,
         C       Em                F            Dm   G
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
         F        Em              Dm  Dm/G  C
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
     Em              F                Dm        G
Who among them would really try to outguess you?
          C      Em            F       Dm  G
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
  C        Em            F         Dm   G
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
         F          Em             Dm  Dm/G  C
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
     Em              F        Dm        G
Who among them would try to impress you?


Dm                   C    G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Dm                               C      G
Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes,


[Chorus]

   F    Em   Dm  C       Dm      G
My warehouse eyes and my Arabian drums,
Dm                         G
Shall I bring them to your gate,
Dm                           C
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?


[Verse]

          C        Em              F       Dm  G
With your Kings of Tyrus and their convict lists
        C          Em             F        Dm   G
They're waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
         F        Em              Dm  Dm/G  C
And you would not think it would happen like this,
        Em         F                    Dm        G
And who among them really wants just to kiss you? Kiss you!
C                   Em              F        Dm  G
With your childhood flames and your midnight rug,
         C       Em               F        Dm   G
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
         F      Em             Dm  Dm/G  C
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
        Em                F              Dm         G
And who among them do you think could resist you? Resist you!

Dm                     C    G
Sad-eyed lady from the lowlands,
Dm                               C      G
Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes,

[Verse]

        C               Em                F         Dm  G
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
     C               Em                F           Dm   G
To show you the dead angels which they all used to hide.
       F        Em           Dm     Dm/G           C
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
        Em         F                   Dm           G
And how could they ever, ever, ever mistake you? Mistake you!
         C           Em          F             Dm     G
For they wished you accepted the blame for the farmer,
         C           Em           F           Dm   G
With the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
         F         Em              Dm  Dm/G  C
And the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
        Em        F                   Dm            G
Oh how could they ever, ever, ever persuade you? Persuade you!

Dm                   C      G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowland,
Dm                               C        G
Where sad-eyed prophets say that no man comes,


[Chorus Repeat x3.1 to fade out]

   F   Em    Dm  C    Dm       G
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                         G
Shall I leave them at your gate,
Dm                          C
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

   F    Em   Dm  C     Dm     G
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Dm                         G
Shall I bring them to your gate,
Dm                          C
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

      F  Em  Dm     C           Dm      G
Oh my sad warehouse eyes and my Arabian drums
Dm                         G
Shall I bring them to your gate,
Dm                          C
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

           F  Em   Dm        C        Dm      G
Hey hey my ware my warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums (fade)