(It's All Over Now) Baby Blue . . . . Bob Dylan

Am7 Dm You must leave now, take Am7 F what you need, you G C think will last.
Whatever you wish to keep, better grab it fast, Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun.
Em Look out the F saints are comin' G through . And Am7 Dm it's all over Am7 . F now, Baby G . C Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. . . . Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets . . . Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you . . . . And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. . . All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door . . . Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you . . . . And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door . . . Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew . . . . And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

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