| E | F#m | |
| B | ringing me down, | I'm running aground, |
| D | A | E | |
| Blind in the li | ght of the interstate c | ars |
| E | F#m | |
| Passing me by, | the busses and semi's, |
| D | A | E | |
| Plunging like st | ones from a slingshot on m | ars |
| A | D | C#m | Bm | A | |
| But I'm here by the road, b | oun | d to the l | oad |
| Bm | E | |
| That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and b | ars |
| A | D | C#m | Bm | A | |
| Alone with the rush of the drivers who w | on't pick me | up |
| Bm | E | |
| The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the s | tars |
| D | C#m | A | |
| Black throated wind | , keeps on po | uring in |
| E | C | A | |
| With its words of a life where nothing is n | ew |
| D | C#m | E | A | |
| Ah, mother am | erican night, | I'm lost fr | om the light |
| G | D | A | |
| Oh, | I'm drowning in y | ou |
| E | F#m | D | A | E | |
| I left St. Louis, city of b | lues, | in the midst of a s | torm I'd rather | forget |
| E | F#m | |
| I tried to pretend it came to an | end |
| D | A | E | |
| Cause you weren't the wo | man I once thought I'd | met |
| A | D | C#m | Bm | A | Bm | |
| But I can't deny, that t | ime | s have gone | by B | m |
| Bm | E | |
| Where I never had doubts or thoughts of r | egret |
| A | D | C#m | Bm | A | |
| And I was a man when all this be | gan |
| Bm | E | |
| Who wouldn't think twice about being there | yet |
| D | C#m | A | |
| Black throated wind, | keeps on po | uring in |
| E | C | A | |
| And it speaks of a life that p | asses like dew |
| D | C#m | E | A | |
| It's forced me to | see that you've done be | tter by | me |
| G | D | A | |
| Better by | me than I've done by y | ou |
| E | F#m | |
| Now what's to be found racing ar | ound. |
| D | A | E | |
| You carry your p | ain wherever you g | o |
| E | F#m | |
| All full of the blues and trying to l | ose |
| D | A | E | |
| You ain't gonna le | arn what you don't wanna kn | ow |
| A | D | C#m | Bm | A | |
| So I give you my eyes, an | d a | ll of their | lies |
| Bm | E | |
| Please help them to learn as well as to s | ee |
| A | D | C#m | Bm | A | |
| Capture a glance, | and | make it d | ance |
| Bm | E | |
| Of looking at you, looking at | me |
| D | C#m | A | |
| Black throated wind, | keeps on pou | ring in |
| E | C | A | |
| With its words of a lie that could al | most be true |
| D | C#m | E | A | |
| Ah, mother am | erican night, h | ere co | mes the light |
| G | D | A | |
| I'm turning ar | ound, that's what I'm go | nna do |
| G | D | A | |
| Going back h | ome that's what I'm go | nna do |
| From: U270009@UNIVSCVM.CSD.SCAROLINA.EDU (black.peter@scarolina.edu) |
| Subject: CRD: Black-Throated Wind -- Grateful Dead |
| Black-Throated Wind -- Grateful Dead (Barlow, Weir) |
| INTRO: E -- Esus4 -- E |
| E | F#m | |
| You're bringing me down, | I'm running around, |
| D | A | E | Esus4 | |
| Blind in the | lights of the interstate | cars, |
| E | F#m | |
| Passing me by, | the buses and semis, |
| D | A | E | |
| Plunging like | stones from a slingshot on | Mars. |
| A | A7 | D | DaddC# | |
| But I'm here by the | road, | bound to the | load, |
| Bm | E | |
| I picked up in ten thousand cafes and | bars. |
| A | A7 | D | DaddC# | |
| Alone with the rush of the | drivers that | won't pick me | up, |
| Bm | E | |
| The highway, the moon and the clouds and the | stars. |
| D | F#m | A | |
| Black throated wind, | keeps on | pourin' in, |
| E | C | A | |
| With its words of a life where n | othing is n | ew, |
| D | F#m | E | A | G | |
| Ah, mother | American night, | I pass | from the light, |
| D | A | Asus4 | A | E | |
| Ah, | I'm drowning in | you. |
| 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. |