A7
D7
I'm goin' down south,
A7
Beneath the borderline.
D7
I'm goin' down south,
A7
Beneath the borderline.
E
Come fast mama
D7 A7
Kiss my mouth one time.
D7
Well, I knew it this morning
A7
Without a shadow of doubt.
D7
I knew it this morning
A7
Without a shadow of doubt.
E
My suitcase was packed,
D7 A7
My clothes were hangin' out.
D7
San Francisco is fine,
A7
You sure get lots of sun.
D7
San Francisco is fine.
A7
You sure get lots of sun.
E
But I'm used to four seasons,
D7 A7 E
California's got but one.
[Harmonica Solo]
D7
Well, I got my dark sunglasses,
A7
I got for good luck my black tooth.
D7
I got my dark sunglasses,
A7
And for good luck I got my black tooth.
E
Don't ask me nothin' about nothin',
D7 A7 E
I just might tell you the truth.
California acordes
de Bob Dylan
