Spanish Harlem Incident ((Another Side Of Bob Dylan, 1964 Columbia)) Bob Dylan
Lyrics
G
Gypsy C
gal, the hands of G
HarlemCannot
C
hold you to its G
heat.Your tempera
C
ture's too hot for G
taming,Your flaming
C
feet a-burnin' up the G
streetC/d
I am G/d
homeless, C/d
come and G
take meC/d
To the G/d
reach of your [C/d
*]rattling D
drumsC
G
C
D(riff 1) G
Let me know, babe, all about my fortune
Down a
C
long my D
restless G
palmsGypsy gal, you got me swallowed.
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing,
An' your flashing diamond teeth.
The night is pitch black, come an' make my
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
Let me know, babe, I got to know, babe,
If it's you my lifelines trace.
I been wond'rin' all about me
Ever since I seen you there.
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding,
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where.
You have slayed me, you have made me,
I got to laugh halfways off my heels.
I got to know, babe, will I be touching you
So I can tell if I'm really real.
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