Words and music Bob Dylan
Released on Blonde on Blonde (1966), and never played live.
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem
G
Standing on your window, honey,
C D G
Yes, I've been here before.
G
Feeling so harmless,
C D G
I'm looking at your second door.
D G
How come you don't send me no regards?
G D7
You know I want your lovin',
G
Honey, why are you so hard?
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or, more guitaristically:
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Kneeling 'neath your ceiling, Yes, I guess I'll be here for a while. I'm tryin' to read your portrait, but, I'm helpless, like a rich man's child. How come you send someone out to have me barred? You know I want your lovin', Honey, why are you so hard?
Em
Like a poor fool in his prime,
Bm
Yes, I know you can hear me walk,
Em
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime,
Bm D7 D7sus4
Or is it just solid rock?
Well, I rush into your hallway, Lean against your velvet door. I watch upon your scorpion Who crawls across your circus floor. Just what do you think you have to guard? You know I want your lovin', Honey, but you're so hard. Achilles is in your alleyway, He don't want me here, He does brag. He's pointing to the sky And he's hungry, like a man in drag. How come you get someone like him to be your guard? You know I want your lovin', Honey. but you're so hard.