Fourth Time Around Bob Dylan **Capo 4th fret ** C F C When she said, "Don't waste F C your words, they're just lies," F C F C I cried she was deaf. F C And she worked on my face F C until breaking my eyes, F C F C Then said, "What else you got left?" Em It was then that I got up to leave Dm But she said, "Don't forget, C F C Ev'rybody must give something back F C F C For something they get." I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come. And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, "Don't get cute." So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs, And gallantly handed her My very last piece of gum. She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where every one walked. And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked. I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense, Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some. She said, "No, dear." I said, "Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum." She screamed till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor, And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer. And when I was through, I filled up my shoe And brought it to you. And you, you took me in, You loved me then, You didn't waste time. And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.