Bruce Hornsby - Mandolin rain

The ^Gsong came and ^Dwent, like the ^Amtimes that we ^Cspent, hiding ^Gout from the ^Drain under the ^Ccarnival tent^{D G}Happen she d ^Dsmile, it would ^Amlast for a^Cwhile, you don't ^Gknow what you ^Dgot, till you ^Close it all a^Ggain^D

^CListen to the ^Gmandolin ^Crain, listen to the ^Gmusic on the ^Dlake; listen to my ^Amheart ^Cbreak, every ^Gtime she ^Cruns a^Gway ^CListen to the ^Gbanjo ^Cwind, a sad song ^Gdrifting ^Dlow, listen to the ^Amtears ^Croll, down my face as she ^Gturns to ^Cgo ^D

A ^Gcool evening ^Ddance, listening ^Amto the bluegrass ^Cband takes the ^Gchill from the ^Dair, till they ^Cplay the last ^Gsong ^{D G}I'll do my ^Dtime, keeping ^Amyou off my ^Cmind; but there's ^Gmoments that I ^Dfind, I'm not ^Cfeeling too ^Gstrong^D

^CListen to the ^Gmandolin ^Crain, listen to the ^Gmusic on the ^Dlake; listen to my ^Amheart ^Cbreak, every ^Gtime she ^Cruns a^Gway ^CListen to the ^Gbanjo ^Cwind, a sad song ^Gdrifting ^Dlow, listen to the ^Amtears ^Croll, down my face as she ^Gturns to ^Cgo ^D

^FRunning down by the ^Clakeshore, she did ^Dlove the ^Amsound of a ^Csummer ^Dstorm ^FPlaying on the lake like a ^Cmandolin, now it's ^Amwashing her a^Cway once a^Dgain

The ^Gboat's steaming ^Din, I ^Amwatch the side wheel ^Cspin, and I ^Gthink about her ^Dwhen I ^Chear the whistle ^Gblow ^{D G}I can't change my ^Dmind, I ^Amknew all the ^Ctime that she'd ^Ggo; but that's a ^Dchoice I made ^Clong a^Ggo ^D

^CListen to the ^Gmandolin ^Crain, listen to the ^Gmusic on the ^Dlake; listen to my ^Amheart ^Cbreak every ^Gtime she ^Cruns a^Gway ^CListen to the ^Gbanjo ^Cwind, a sad song ^Gdrifting ^Dlow; listen to the ^Amtears ^Croll, down my face as she ^Gturns to ^Cgo ^D As she turns to ^Cgo Listen to, listen to the ^Gmandolin ^Crain

Listen to the ^Amtears ^Croll, down my face as she ^Gturns to ^Cgo ^D Listen to the ^Amtears ^Croll, down my face as she ^Gturns to ^Cgo ^D Listen to, listen to the ^Gmandolin ^Crain