G                                G
I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man, that little man ain’t nothing but a thief
             C
But I don’t care at all I was destined to be poor
        G
I was destined to stay in this city
G
New Orleans in the morning after Mardi Gras
   G
Is like the sweetest hangover you ever saw
C
All the buildings sag, beads hang from the trees
       G
In the pink sky dawn I stumbled to Lafitte’s
          C
In the corner of the bar with a notepad and a pen
          G                                          Am
A little hair of the dog, I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man 

[Chorus]
                       C                          G
When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job
              Am        C                        G
Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore

[Verse]
G 
I hate a song where the singer is mad at their ex
G
Cause they said they’d always love ‘em now they’ve gone up and left
                C
And they complain and they whine, and they want ‘em to come back home
                 G                                                    Am
I say, out of seven billion people, let the ones who don’t love you go

[Chorus]
                       C                          G
When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job
              Am        C                        G
Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore

[Verse]
G
Never trust a musician who plays with their eyes open
G
All the good stuff happens when they’re closed
          C                                                                G
You gotta give yourself the shivers before you can give ‘em to someone else
G
So I wrote Mr. Tambourine Man and I left it in the dust
G
The perfect song is the song that you only got to play once
              C
I don’t wanna be no dinosaur blaming the asteroid for my strife
                G                                         Am
I might’ve been born yesterday, but I’ve been up all night

[Chorus]
                       C                          G
When the apocalypse is over, I hope you like your job
              Am        C                        G
Ain’t it a shame nobody sets anybody free anymore