Hard Rain Coming Down On Me
Tom Waits
Ce chant est à 4 accords magiques! Il est montré ici dans la transposition originale: en le jouant avec des capo ou en le transposant, vous pouvez le ramener à Am, F, C, G.
Thanks to Pillze on YouTube for the Lyrics! Enjoy zeg ik altijd! Lyrics: [spoken intro] All right now come on kids. Hey listen I’m tired of this bullshit playing around the town you know what I mean? ... And I told him I said ’listen!’ I said ’don’t fuck with me man! Because you know what I mean? Like I’m a real motherfucking cowboy you know what I mean? Hahah! [end intro] One two three four. Hard rain coming down on me Trying to start a fire on the muddy banks Of the Mississippi in the rain Baby life is strange Now he reaches for a quarter And he stands in the corner And he screams out for some change. And nobody looks but everybody sees And everybody feels the shame. And the rain rolls over And the dog rolls over And he rolls his hands to the sky. And the nuns in numbers knock their nails in Like a blackbird in a blackberry pie. Says ’Son it happens every day. We call it running from the rain.’ Well it’s a rain of thunder It’s a rain of fear It’s a busted-open bottle of Rainier beer It reaches from the sky Like a blackbird in a blackberry pie that’s why And everybody is runnin’ And umbrellas are poppin’ And reflections take over the streets And the blood is free now And it flows to the sea now And the man says ’I’ll see him again.’ Said ’Son it happens every day. We call it running from the rain.’ Well she turned her back As he spackles the crack And the pain just peals away. And she thought she knew him But an Autumn leaf blew in And it blew what she knew of him away. And she’s countin’ numbers But she lost the light So now she thaws out cubed steak With a red flashlight Heads turning like a doorknob Eyes burning like a camp log What do you think of that? Said ’Son it happens every day. We call it running from the rain.’ She’s gone for good You should know by now. She ain’t coming back anyhow. And a love to her Is a love that’s thrown away. And it’s over.