{title:Mr. Tambourine Man} {subtitle: The Byrds} {soc} [F]Hey! Mister [G]Tambourine Man, [C]play a song for [F]me, I'm not [C]sleepy and there [F]is no [dm]place I'm [G]goin' to. [F]Hey! Mr. [G]Tambourine Man, [C]play a song for [F]me in the [C]jingle jangle [F]mornin' I'll [dm]come [G]followin' [C]you. {eoc} Though I [F]know that evenin's [G]empire has re[C]turned into [F]sand, [C]vanished from my [F]hand, left me [C]blindly here to [F]stand but [dm]still not [G]sleepin'! My [F]weariness am[G]azes me, I'm [C]branded on my [F]feet. I [C]have no one to [F]meet and the [C]ancient empty [F]street's too [dm]dead for [G]dreamin' ! [F]Take me on a [G]trip upon your [C]magic swirling [F]ship, my [C]senses have been [F]stripped, my [C]hands can't feel to [F]grip my toes to numb to [F]step, wait [C]only for my [F]boot heels to [dm]be [G]wanderin', I'm [F]ready to go [G]anywhere, I'm [C]ready for to [F]fade in[C]to my own [F]parade, cast your [C]dancin' spell my [F]way, I promise [dm]to go [G]under it. Though you [F]might hear laughin' [G]spinnin' swingin' [C]madly across the [F]sun. It's not [C]aimed at [F]anyone, it's just es[C]capin' on the [F]run and but [C]for the sky there [F]are no fences [G]facin'. And if [F]you hear vague [G]traces of [C]skippin' reels of [F]rhyme to your [C]tambourine in [F]time, it's just a [C]ragged clown be[F]hind, I wouldn't [C]play it any [F]mind, it's just a [C]shadow you're seein' that he's [G]chasin'. Then [F]take me disa[G]ppearin' through the [C]smoke rings of my [F]mind down the [C]foggy ruins of [F]time, far [C]past the frozen [F]leaves. The [C]haunted, frightened [F]trees out to [C]the windy [F]beach far [C]from the twisted [F]reach of [dm]cracy [G]sorrow. Yes, to [F]dance beneath the [G]diamond sky with [C]one hand wavin' [F]free silhou[C]etted by the [F]sea, circled [C]by the circus [F]sands with all [C]memory and [F]fate driven [C]deep beneath the [F]waves. Let me forg[C]et about to[F]day until to[G]morrow.