Bob Dylan
A, Am, C, D, G
Mama, take this badger from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark, too dark to see
Feels like I'm locked on a heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on a heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on a heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on a heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knocking on a heaven's door.
Mama put my guns in the ground.
I can't shoot them anymore.
That cold black cloud is coming down.
Feels like I'm knocked on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door.