It's all over now, Baby Blue

Bob Dylan

	G	Am	G
		You must leave now take what you need you	think will last

	Am	G
	But whatever you wish to keep you better	grab it fast

	Am	C	G
	Yonder stands your	orphan with his	gun

	Am	C	G
	Crying like a	fire in the	sun.

	Em	D
	Look out the Saints are comin'	through

	Am	D	G
And	it's all over	now, Baby	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 stone behind, something calls for you

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you

The vagabond who's rapping at your door