Distracted Perfecting Open G

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Distracted Perfecting Open G


I met Bob Dylan, once,
while I was living at the Shakespeare and Company book shop 
at 37 rue de la Bûcherie, in Paris. 
He was wearing a top hat, walked with a cane and
was carrying two Mcdonald’s Happy Meal menus 
tucked inside a copy of Book of Longing by Leonard Cohen.

I asked if he wanted to dance.
He said, “sure, why not?”

We danced all night till the sun, big and bleeding, 
crawled above the cold blue razor blade of dawn. 
And we ate chicken nuggets by the river
while the world lost its sense of humor.
And then, drunk and dizzy,
he kissed me, told me he loved me, 
and asked me to marry him.


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Distracted Perfecting Open G


I met Bob Dylan, once,
while I was living at the Shakespeare and Company book shop 
37 rue de la Bûcherie, in Paris. 
He was wearing a top hat, walked with a cane and
carried two Mcdonald’s Happy Meal menus 
tucked inside a copy of Book of Longing by Leonard Cohen.

I asked if he wanted to dance.
He said, “sure, why not?”

We danced all night till the sun, big and bleeding, 
crawled above the cold blue razor blade of dawn. 
And we ate chicken nuggets by the river
while the world lost its sense of humor.
And then, drunk and dizzy,
he kissed me, told me he loved me, 
and asked me to marry him.