Grateful Dead - Black Throated Wind, аккорды

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Bringing me down, I'm running aground, 
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Blind in the light of the interstate cars 
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Passing me by, the busses and semi's, 
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Plunging like stones from a slingshot on mars 
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But I'm here by the road, bound to the load 
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That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars 
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Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up 
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The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars 
 
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Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in 
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With its words of a life where nothing is new 
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Ah, mother american night, I'm lost from the light 
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Oh, I'm drowning in you 
 
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I left St. Louis, city of blues, in the midst of a storm 
I'd rather forget 
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I tried to pretend it came to an end 
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Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met 
 
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But I can't deny, that times have gone by Bm         
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Where I never had doubts or thoughts of regret 
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And I was a man when all this began 
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Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet 
 
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Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in 
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And it speaks of a life that passes like dew 
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It's forced me to see that you've done better by me 
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Better by me than I've done by you 
 
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Now what's to be found racing around. 
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You carry your pain wherever you go 
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All full of the blues and trying to lose 
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You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know 
 
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So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies 
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Please help them to learn as well as to see 
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Capture a glance, and make it dance 
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Of looking at you, looking at me 
 
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Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in 
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With its words of a lie that could almost be true 
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Ah, mother american night, here comes the light 
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I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do 
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Going back home that's what I'm gonna do