| Chorus: |
| D | E | A | Gbm |
| Hey, Mr. T | ambourine Man, p | lay a song for | me, |
| A | D | E | |
| I'm not sl | eepy and there | ain't no place I'm g | oing to. |
| D | E | A | Gbm |
| Hey, Mr. T | ambourine Man, p | lay a song for | me, |
| A | D | E7 | A | |
| In the j | ingle jangle m | orning I'll come f | ollowing y | ou. |
| D | E7 | A | Gbm | |
| Though I k | now that evenings e | mpire has re | turned into s | and, |
| A | Gbm | |
| Van | ished from my h | and, |
| A | D | E7 | |
| Left me bl | indly here to st | and but still not sle | eping. |
| D | E7 | A | Gbm | |
| My wea | riness am | azes me, I'm br | anded on my f | eet, |
| A | Gbm | |
| I h | ave no one to m | eet, |
| A | D | E7 | |
| And the an | cient empty str | eet's too dead for dr | eaming. |
| Chorus |
| Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship. - My senses have been stripped, |
| May hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, |
| Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering. |
| I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, Into my own parade. |
| Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. |
| Chorus |
| Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly through the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, |
| It's just escaping on the run, And but for the sky there are no fences facing. |
| And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme, To your tambourine in time. |
| It's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, |
| It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing. |
| Chorus |
| Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind. - Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, |
| The haunted frightened trees, Out to the windy bench, |
| Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. |
| Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, |
| Circled deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. |
| Chorus |