C G F G7
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
C G F G
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
F C Dm G7 C
And your silver cross and your voice like chimes
C Dm G7 G
Oh who do they think could bury you
C G F G7
With your pockets well protected at last
C G F G
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
F C Dm G7 C
And your flesh like silk and your face like glass
C Dm G7 G
who could they get to carry you
Dm C G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Dm C G7 G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
C G F C F C G
My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums
Dm G7 G
Should I put them by your gate
Dm C G
Or sad-eyed lady should I wait
C G F G7
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
C G F G
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
F C Dm G7 C
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
C Dm G7 G
Who among them can think he could outguess you
C G F G7
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
C G F G
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
F C Dm G7 C
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
C Dm G7 G
Who among them would try to impress you
Dm C G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Dm C G7 G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
C G F C F C G7
My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums
Dm G7 G
Should I put them by your gate
Dm C G
Or sad-eyed lady should I wait
C G F G7
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
C G F G
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
F C Dm G7 C
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this
C Dm G7 G
But who among them really wants just to kiss you
C G F G7
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
C G F G
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
F C Dm G7 C
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
C Dm G7 G
Who among them do you think could resist you
Dm C G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Dm C G7 G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
C G F C F C G7
My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums
Dm G7 G
Should I put them by your gate
Dm C G
Or sad-eyed lady should I wait
Oh the farmers and the businessmen they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side
Oh how could they ever mistake you
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever ever persuade you
Dm C G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Dm C G7 G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
C G F C F C G7
My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums
Dm G7 G
Should I put them by your gate
Dm C G
Or sad-eyed lady should I wait
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now which you just can't help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you
Now you stand with your thief you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold
And your saint like face and your ghostlike soul
Oh who among them do you think could destroy you
Dm C G
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Dm C G7 G
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
C G F C F C G7
My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums
Dm G7 G
Should I put them by your gate
Dm C G
Or sad-eyed lady should I wait