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{st:Words and music by: Bob Dylan (p)(c)1979 Special Rider Music}
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[Am]You may be an ambassador to England or France
You might like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavy weight champion of the world
You might be a socialite with a long string of pearls

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[Am]But you're gonna have to [D]serve someone
You're gonna have to [Am]serve somebody
Well [E7]it may be the devil, or [D]it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to [Am]serve somebody
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[Am]You may be a rock and roll addict prancing on the stage
Money and drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a business man or some high's BVP
They may call you doctor or they may call you chief

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young turk
May be the head of some big tv network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be livin' in another country under someone else's name

You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be livin' in a mansion, you might live in a dump
You may own some guns and you may even own some tanks
You may be somebody's land-lord, you may even own banks

You may be a preacher preachin' on spiritual pride
May be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
May be working in a barber shop, you might know how to cut some hair
You may be someone's mistress, maybe someone's heir

You might like to wear cotton, you might like to wear silk
You might like to drink whiskey, you might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, might be sleeping in a king-sized bed

You may call me Terry you may call me Timmy
you may call me Bobby you may call me Zimmie
you may call me RJ,  you may call me Ray
You may call me anything, no mayter what you say