Day Of The Locusts Chords & Lyrics - Bob Dylan
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[VERSE 1]
Oh, the [G]benches were stained with [C]tears and [C/B]perspir[Am]ation
The [G]birdies were flying from t[C]ree [C/B]to tree[Am]
There was [G]little to say, there was n[C]o c[C/B]onversa[Am]tion
As I [G]stepped to the stage to pick [C]up m[C/B]y degre[Am]e
And the [G]locusts sang o[C]ff i[C/B]n the d[Am]istance
Yeah, the [G]locusts sang such a [C]sweet[C/B] melody[Am]
Oh, the [G]locusts sang o[C]ff in[C/B] the di[Am]stance
Yeah, the l[G]ocusts sang and they were [C]sing[C/B]ing [Am]for [G]me
[VERSE 2]
I[G] glanced into the chamber [C]where the [C/B]judges [Am]were talking
Da[G]rkness was everywhere, it [C]smelled li[C/B]ke a to[Am]mb
I[G] was ready to leave, I was[C] already w[C/B]alking [Am]
Bu[G]t the next time I looked t[C]here was l[C/B]ight in[Am] the room
A[G]nd the locusts sang, yeah,[C] it give m[C/B]e a chi[Am]ll
[G]Oh, the locusts sang such [C]a sweet me[C/B]lody [Am]
O[G]h, the locusts sang their [C]high whini[C/B]ng tril[Am]l
[G]Yeah, the locusts sang and[C] they were[C/B] singin[Am]g for me
[VERSE 3]
O[G]utside of the gates the tr[C]ucks were [C/B]unloadi[Am]ng
Th[G]e weather was hot, a-nearl[C]y 90 degre[C/B]es [Am]
Th[G]e man standing next to me,[C] his head [C/B]was exp[Am]loding
We[G]ll, I was praying the piec[C]es wouldn’[C/B]t fall [Am]on me
Ye[G]ah, the locusts sang off i[C]n the dist[C/B]ance [Am]
Y[G]eah, the locusts sang such[C] a sweet m[C/B]elody [Am]
Oh[G] , the locusts sang off in [C]the distan[C/B]ce [Am]
A[G]nd the locusts sang and th[C]ey were si[C/B]nging f[Am]or me
[VERSE 4]
I [G]put down my robe, [C]picked [C/B]up my d[Am]iploma
To[G]ok hold of my sweetheart and [C]away [C/B]we did [Am]drive
St[G]raight for the hills, the [C]black [C/B]hills of [Am]Dakota
Sur[G]e was glad to get out of t[C]here alive[C/B] [Am]
An[G]d the locusts sang, well, [C]it give me[C/B] a chil[Am]l
Ye[G]ah, the locusts sang such [C]a sweet me[C/B]lody [Am]
An[G]d the locusts sang with a [C]high whini[C/B]ng tril[Am]l
Y[G]eah, the locusts sang and [C]they was s[C/B]inging [Am]for me
S[G]inging for me, well, singi[C]ng for me [C/B] [Am]
Oh, the [G]benches were stained with [C]tears and [C/B]perspir[Am]ation
The [G]birdies were flying from t[C]ree [C/B]to tree[Am]
There was [G]little to say, there was n[C]o c[C/B]onversa[Am]tion
As I [G]stepped to the stage to pick [C]up m[C/B]y degre[Am]e
And the [G]locusts sang o[C]ff i[C/B]n the d[Am]istance
Yeah, the [G]locusts sang such a [C]sweet[C/B] melody[Am]
Oh, the [G]locusts sang o[C]ff in[C/B] the di[Am]stance
Yeah, the l[G]ocusts sang and they were [C]sing[C/B]ing [Am]for [G]me
[VERSE 2]
I[G] glanced into the chamber [C]where the [C/B]judges [Am]were talking
Da[G]rkness was everywhere, it [C]smelled li[C/B]ke a to[Am]mb
I[G] was ready to leave, I was[C] already w[C/B]alking [Am]
Bu[G]t the next time I looked t[C]here was l[C/B]ight in[Am] the room
A[G]nd the locusts sang, yeah,[C] it give m[C/B]e a chi[Am]ll
[G]Oh, the locusts sang such [C]a sweet me[C/B]lody [Am]
O[G]h, the locusts sang their [C]high whini[C/B]ng tril[Am]l
[G]Yeah, the locusts sang and[C] they were[C/B] singin[Am]g for me
[VERSE 3]
O[G]utside of the gates the tr[C]ucks were [C/B]unloadi[Am]ng
Th[G]e weather was hot, a-nearl[C]y 90 degre[C/B]es [Am]
Th[G]e man standing next to me,[C] his head [C/B]was exp[Am]loding
We[G]ll, I was praying the piec[C]es wouldn’[C/B]t fall [Am]on me
Ye[G]ah, the locusts sang off i[C]n the dist[C/B]ance [Am]
Y[G]eah, the locusts sang such[C] a sweet m[C/B]elody [Am]
Oh[G] , the locusts sang off in [C]the distan[C/B]ce [Am]
A[G]nd the locusts sang and th[C]ey were si[C/B]nging f[Am]or me
[VERSE 4]
I [G]put down my robe, [C]picked [C/B]up my d[Am]iploma
To[G]ok hold of my sweetheart and [C]away [C/B]we did [Am]drive
St[G]raight for the hills, the [C]black [C/B]hills of [Am]Dakota
Sur[G]e was glad to get out of t[C]here alive[C/B] [Am]
An[G]d the locusts sang, well, [C]it give me[C/B] a chil[Am]l
Ye[G]ah, the locusts sang such [C]a sweet me[C/B]lody [Am]
An[G]d the locusts sang with a [C]high whini[C/B]ng tril[Am]l
Y[G]eah, the locusts sang and [C]they was s[C/B]inging [Am]for me
S[G]inging for me, well, singi[C]ng for me [C/B] [Am]
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