Bob Dylan – Ballad In Plain D chords

Ballad in Plain D

C Am F CI once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze
Am Bb FWith the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn
C Am F CI courted her proudly, but now she is gone
G G7 C G G6 G7Gone as the season she's ta--ken.
C Am F CIn a young summer's youth, I stole her away
Am Bb FFrom her mother and sister, though close did they stay
C Am F CEach one of them suffering from the failures of their day
G CWith strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.
C Am F COf the two sisters, I loved the young
Am Bb FWith sensitive instincts, she was the creative one
C Am F CThe constant scrapegoat, she was easily undone
G CBy the jealousy of others around her.
C Am F CFor her parasite sister, I had no respect
Am Bb FBound by her boredom, her pride to protect
C Am F CCountless visions of the other she'd reflect
G CAs a crutch for her scenes and her society.
C Am F CMyself, for what I did, I cannot be excused
Am Bb FThe changes I was going through can't even be used
C Am F CFor the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose
G CThe could-be dream-lover of my lifetime.
C Am F CWith unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip
Am Bb FA magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped
C Am F CNoticing not that I'd already slipped
G G7 CTo a sin of love's false security.
C Am F CFrom silhouetted anger to manufactured peace
Am Bb FAnswers of emptiness, voice vacancies
C Am F CTill the tombstones of damage read me no question but, "Please
G G7 CWhat's wrong and what's exactly the matter?"
C Am F CAnd so it did happen, like it could have been foreseen
Am Bb FThe timeless explosion of fantasy's dream
C Am F CAt the peak of the night, the king and the queen
G CTumbled all down into pieces.
C Am F C"The tragic figure" her sister did shout
C Am Bb F"Leave her alone, God damn you, get out"
C Am F CAnd I in my armour, turning about
GAnd nailing her in the ruins of her pettiness.
C Am F CBeneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound
Am Bb FHer sister and I in a screaming battleground
C Am F CAnd she in between, the victim of sound
G CSoon shattered as a child to the shadows.
C Am F CAll is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight
Am Bb FI gagged in contradiction, tears blinding my sight
C Am F CMy mind it was mangled, I ran into the night
G CLeaving all of love's ashes behind me.
C Am F CThe wind knocks my window, the room it is wet
Am Bb FThe words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet
C Am F CI think of her often and hope whoever she's met
G CWill be fully aware of how precious she is.
C Am F CAh, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me
Am Bb F "How good, how good does it feel to be free"?
C Am F CAnd I answer them most mysteriously
G G7 C"Are birds free from the chains of the skyway"?
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