Bob Dylan
Recorded during The Basement Tapes sessions (1967), and released (unofficially) on the Genuine Basement Tapes.
Lyrics transcribed by J.W. Mahoney, with some emendations to make it sound more like a meaningful text (which I don't think it necessarily has to be; see this note for a short explanation of why).
Here's a different transcription
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem
Capo 4th fret (original key B major)
The Gs are regularly embellished by 320003-3x2013-320003-turns.
G Well it's alright she'nay she's all the time in my F neighborhood Am she cried both day and night, G I know it because it was there. G It's a milestone F but she's down on her luck, Am and she daily salutin G but to make him hard to buck, I bevaid ...
C I believe where she stopping ifshe wants time to care, Em I believe that she'd look upon F deciding to care, Em and I go by the Lord F in a way she's on my way, G but I don't belong there.
No I don't belong to her, I don't belong to anybody, she's my prize forsaken angel but she don't hear me cry. She's a long-hearted mystic and she can't carry on, when I'm there she's alright, but she's not, when I'm gone
Heaven knows that the answer she's don't call in no-one, she's the way, a sailing beautiful, she's mine, for the one, and I loss a heavy tension, by temptation less it runs but she don't allah me but I'm not there, I'm gone.
Now I've cried tonight like I cried the night before, and I'm knees on the hassle, but I dream about the door. So-long Jesus-saken, blind fate, with a tell, it don't hang contonation she's my ald fare-thee-well.
Now when I'll treat the levee, I was born to love her, but she knows that the kingdom weighs so high above her, and I run but I race, but it's not too fast a sleoun, but I don't perceive her, I'm not there, I'm gone.
Well it's all about deffusion That I cry for her veil, I don't need anybody now beside me to tell And it's all affirmation I recieve, but it's not, She's a lone-hearted beauty but she's gone like the spot if she waoun...
Yes, she's gone like the rainbow that was shining yesterday but now she's a-home beside me and I'd like her to stay she's a bone-forsaking beauty and it don't trust anyone, and I wish I was beside her, but I'm not there, I'm gone.
Well it's a too hard to stake-in, and I don't bart-b'lieve It's all bag for tebusing, but she's hard, too hard to leave. It's alone, it's a crime the way she moult me around was she told for to hate me by this dong fortaken clown.
Yes I believe that it's rightful, oh I believe it in my mind, I b'told like I said when I before carry on the crying, and she's all good to told her, like I said, carry on, I wish I was there to help her, but I'm not there, I'm gone ...