Sitting On Top Of The World

Sitting' On Top Of The World
Bob Dylan

De B wordt gespeeld met een open E X24400
Het E4 Akkoord = xxx454.
Deze kan ook op de 7e fret gespeeld worden =079990
Standaard blues ritme:

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Was in the summer,

One early fall,
                A
Just trying' to find my
                E
Little all and all
           E4
Now she's gone,
             B
An' I don't worry.
           A                     E
Lord, I'm sitting' on top of the world.
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Was in the spring,
One summer's day.
Just when she left me,
She gone to stay.
Now she's gone.
An' I don't worry.
Lord, I'm sitting' on top of the world.
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Now don't come running'
Holding' up your hand.
Can get me a woman
Quick as you can get a man.
Now she's gone.
An' I don't worry.
Lord, I'm sitting' on top of the world.

Happen for days,
Didn't know your name.
Oh, why should I worry
Or crave you in vain?
Now she's gone.
An' I don't worry.
Lord, I'm sitting' on top of the world.

Went to the station,
Down in the yard,
Gonna get me a freight train,
Work's done got hard.
Now she's gone.
An' I don't worry.
Lord, I'm sitting' on top of the world.

The lonesome days,
They have gone by,
Why should I beg you?
You said good-bye.
Now she's gone.
An' I don't worry.
Lord, I'm sitting' on top of the world.
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