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To Romona

Flying Burrito Brothers

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From RICKL1@IX.NETCOM.COM Thu May 15 16:57:28 1997
Date: Thu, 01 May 1997 00:30:38 GMT
From: RICKL1@IX.NETCOM.COM
To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: To Romona     Flying Burrito Brothers      Chords/Words

please post corrections

Flying Burrito Brothers  To Romona      written by  Bob Dylan

 C                                          G
Romona come closer shut softley your watery eyes
                                                          C
The pangs of your sadness shall  pass as your senses will rise
        F
But the flowers of the city thou breath like yet death like the at
G
times

There's no use in trying to deal with the dying
                                 C
Though I can not explain that in rhymes
 C
Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss
                                G
Have to be by the touch of your skin
                                                      C
Your magnetic movements still capture the moments I'm in
    F
It grieves my heart love to see you trying to be a part of a world
                   G
that just    don't exist

It's all just a scheme babe a vaccum  of  dreams that sucks you into
             C
feeling like this
C
I've heard you say many times that your better than no-one
                          G
And no-one is better than you

If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win and
           C
nothing to lose
      F                                                G
>From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem

They'll hype you & type & make you feel that you got to be just like
C
them

I'd forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a
            G
meaningless ring
                                           C
For deep in my heart there's no help I can bring
 F
Everything passes everything changes just do what you think you should
G
do
                                                               C
Then someday maybe who knows baby I'll come and be crying to you

                Copyright @ 1964  M. Witmark & Sons
                From the "Flying Burrito Bros" LP