Cohen

Cohen - Suzanne Pro guitar tab

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{title:Suzanne}

{st:Leonard Cohen}

[G]Suzanne takes you down

To her place by the river,

You can [Am]hear the boats go by,

You can spend the night beside her,

And you [G]know that she's half crazy,

And that's why you want to be there;

And she [Bm]feeds you tea and oranges

That come [C]all the way from China;

And j[G]ust when you mean to tell her

That you have no love to give her,

She [Am]gets you on her wave-length

And lets the river answer

That you've [G]always been her lover.

{c:Chorus:}

And you [Bm]want to travel with her,

And you [C]want to travel blind,

And you [G]know that you can trust her,

For you've [Am]touched her perfect body

With your [G]mind.

And Jesus was a sailor

When He walked upon the water,

And he spent a long time watching

From a lonely wooden tower,

And when he knew for certain

Only drowning men could see Him,

He said, "All men shall be brothers, then,

Until the sea shall free them,"

But He himself was broken

Long before the sky would open,

Forsaken, almost human,

He sank beneath your wisdom

Like a stone.

{c:Chorus:}

And you want to travel with Him,

And you want to travel blind,

And you think you maybe trust Him,

For He's touched your perfect body

With His mind.

Suzanne takes you down

To her place by the river,

You can hear the boats go by,

You can spend the night forever,

And the sun pours down like honey,

On our lady of the harbour;

And she shows you where to look

Amid the garbage and the flowers.

There are heroes in the seaweed,

There are children in the morning,

They are leaning out for love,

And they will lean that way forever,

While Suzanne holds the mirror.

{c:Chorus:}

And you want to travel with her,

And you want to travel blind,

And you think maybe you'll trust her,

For you've touched her perfect body

With your mind.

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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives

# by Steve Putz

# 7 September 1992

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