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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (Joshua Bardwell) Subject: updated "she belongs to me" Date: Sat, 30 Dec 1995 15:04:21 -0500 (EST)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: [email protected] (Joshua Bardwell) Subject: CRD: She Belongs to Me -- Bob Dylan/Grateful Dead
Here's the chords to this song. I figured it out from a the version played by Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, and Jerry Garcia on "Backstage Pass" so it might not be entirely true to the Dylan version (which i've never heard) but I bet it's not far off...
Note: When I write [D-G-D] I mean for you to play this --
v v ^ v ^ v v v ^ 1 and-a 2 and 3 four and-a DDDDGGDDD
Intro: One measure each -- D D E G D
[D] she got everything she needs, she's an [G] artist, she don't look [D] back [D] she got [G] everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look [D] back [D] she can take the [E] dark out of the night time [G] paint the daytime black
you'll start out standing, vow to steal her anything she sees you'll start out standing, vow to steal her anything she sees you'll wind up peekin' through a keyhole, down upon your knees
she never stumbles, got no place to fall she never stumbles, got no place to fall she's nobody's child, lord can't touch her at all
she wears an egyptian ring, sparkles before she speaks she wears an egyptian ring, sparkles before she speaks she's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique
bow down to her on sunday, salute her when her birthday comes bow down to her on sunday, salute her when her birthday comes for halloween give her a trumpet, for christmas, give her a drum
Enjoy!
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