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BEringing me down, IF♯m'm running aground, BDlind in the lighAt of the interstate carsE PEassing me by, thF♯me busses and semi's, PDlunging like stonAes from a slingshot on marsE BAut I'm here by the road, bouDnd tC♯mo the load Bm A TBmhat I picked up in ten thousand cafes and barEs AAlone with the rush of the drivers who wonD't pick me up C♯m Bm A TBmhe highway, the moon, the clouds, and the staErs BDlack throated wind, C♯mkeeps on pouriAng in WEith itCs worAds of a life where nothing is new ADh, mother amerC♯mican night, I'mE lost from tAhe light OGh, I'Dm drowning in you A IE left St. Louis, city of bluF♯mes, in Dthe midst of a stormA I'd rather forgeEt IE tried to pretend it came to an enF♯md CDause you weren't the womaAn I once thought I'd metE BAut I can't deny, that timDes hC♯mave gone by BBmm A Bm WBmhere I never had doubts or thoughts of regEret AAnd I was a man when all this begaDn C♯m Bm A WBmho wouldn't think twice about being there yeEt BDlack throated wind, kC♯meeps on pouriAng in AEnd it speaks of Ca lifAe that passes like dew IDt's forced me to seC♯me that you've done betteEr by me A BGetter by meD than I've done by you A NEow what's to be found racing arouF♯mnd. YDou carry your paiAn wherever you go E AEll full of the blues and trying to losF♯me YDou ain't gonna learAn what you don't wanna know E SAo I give you my eyes, and Dall C♯mof their liesBm A PBmlease help them to learn as well as to seeE CAapture a glance, anDd makC♯me it danceBm A OBmf looking at you, looking at meE BDlack throated wind, kC♯meeps on pourinAg in WEith its words Cof a Alie that could almost be true ADh, mother amerC♯mican night, hereE comes Athe light IG'm turning arouDnd, that's what I'm gonnaA do GGoing back homDe that's what I'm gonnaA do Black-Throated Wind -- Grateful Dead (Barlow, Weir)Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
IntroE -- Esus4 -- E YEou're bringing me down, I'F♯mm running around, BDlind in the liAghts of the interstate carEs, Esus4 PEassing me by, thF♯me buses and semis, PDlunging like stAones from a slingshot on MarEs.
A A7BDut I'm here bDaddy thC♯e road, bound to the load, IBm picked up in ten thousand cafes and baErs.
A A7ADlone with the DaddrushC♯ of the drivers that won't pick me up, TBmhe highway, the moon and the clouds and the stEars. BDlack throated wind, keF♯meps on pouArin' in, WEith its wordCs of aA life where nothing is new, ADh, mother AmF♯merican night, I pEass fromA the light, G ADh, I'm drowning iAn you.Asus4 A E I left St. Louie, city of blues, In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget. I tried to pretend it came to an end, 'Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met. But I can't deny, times have gone by, I never had doubts or thoughts of regret. I was a man when all this began, Who wouldn't think twice about being that yet. Black throated wind, whisper in sin, And speaking on life that passes like dew. It's forced me to see, you've done better by me, Better by me than I've done by you. Now what's to be found by racing around, You carry your pain wherever you go, Full of the blues and tryin' to lose, You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know. So I give you my eyes and all of their lies, Please help them to learn as well as to see. Capture a glance, and make it a dance, But looking at you is looking at me. Black throated wind, keeps pourin' in, With its words of a life that could almost be true. Ah, mother American night, here comes a light, I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do. Going back home, that's what I'm gonna do. I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do. Goin' back home, that's what I'm gonna do. You've done better by me than I've done by you, Oh, I'm drowning in you.
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