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Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands 1 Bob Dylan © 1966 Dwarf Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

16 Feb 1966 BLONDE ON BLONDE

Blonde on Blonde session 8, Columbia Music Row Studios, Nashville TN - 16.feb.1966, take 4, album version Hotel, Denver CO - 13 march 1966 With your mercury mouth in the missionary times An' your eyes like smoke an' your prayers like rhymes An' your silver cross an' your voice like chimes Oh who do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last An' your street car visions which you place on the grass An' your flesh like silk an' your face like glass Who could they get to carry you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums Should i put 'em by your gate? Or sad eyed lady should i wait? With your sheets like metal an' your belt like lace And your deck of cards missing the jack an' the ace And your basement clothes and your hollow face Who among 'em do you think could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns Who among 'em could try to impress you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums Should i put 'em by your gate? Or sad eyed lady should i wait? The kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss An' you wouldn't know it would happen like this But who among 'em really wants just to kiss you? With your childhood flames on your midnight rug And your spanish manners an' your mother's drugs And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs Who among 'em do you think could resist you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums Should i leave them by your gate? Or sad eyed lady should i wait? Oh the farmers an' the businessmen they all did decide To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side How could they ever mistake you? They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm But with the sea at your feet an' the phony false alarm An' with the child of the hoodlum wrapped up in your arms How could they ever have persuaded you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man's come My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums Should i leave them by your gate? 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 Oh who among 'em do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief you're on his parole With your holy medallion in your fingertips now that fold An' your saint like face an' your ghost like soul Who among 'em could ever think he could destroy you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums Should i leave them by your gate? Or sad eyed lady should i wait?

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Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands 2

16 Feb 1966 THE CUTTING EDGE: THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12 / 1965-1966 (DeLuxe Edition)

Blonde on Blonde session 8, Columbia Music Row Studios, Nashville TN - 16.feb.1966, take 1 With your mercury eyes in the month that climbs An' your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes An' your silver cross an' your voice like the chimes Oh who among 'em could think he could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last An' your street car visions which you place out on the grass An' your flesh like silk an' your face like glass Oh who among 'em could think he could carry you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the prophets say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums Should i leave them at the gate? Or sad eyed lady must i wait? With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace An' your deck of cards missin' the jack and the ace An' your basement clothes an' your hollow face Who among 'em could hope to outguess you? With your silhouette in the sunlight that dims Into your eyes like mirrors where the moonlight swims An' your matchbook songs an' your gypsy hymns Who among 'em could hope to impress you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the prophets say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums Should i leave them at your gate? Or sad eyed lady should i wait? Now the kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are all waiting in line for the geranium kiss An' wouldn't know it, it would happen like this But who among 'em really wants just to kiss you? With your childhood flames an' your midnight rug An' your spanish manners an' your mother's drugs An' your cowboy mouth an' your curfew plug Who among 'em do you think could resist you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the prophets say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums Should i leave them at your gate? Or sad eyed lady should i wait? Now the farmers and the businessmen they did decide To show you all the dead angels that they did 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 the sea was at your feet and the phony false alarm And the child of the hoodlum wrapped up in your arms Oh how could they ever have persuaded you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophets say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums Should i leave them at your gate? Or sad eyed lady must i wait? With your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row An' your magazine husband who one day had to go An' with your gentleness now which just can't help but show Who among 'em do you think would employ you? For now with your thief you stand, on his parole With your holy medallion an' your fingers now that fold An' your saint-like face an' your ghost-like soul How could any of them destroy you? Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophets say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums Should i leave them at your gate? Or sad eyed lady should i wait?