From: "Abe "Doc" Klagsbrun" <ask@aso.dec.com> Date: Sat, 2 Dec 1995 00:50:28 -08:0 Subject: CRD: Black Throated Wind - Grateful Dead BLACK THROATED WIND By: Weir/Barlow As performed on the Album Ace Chorded by Abe Klagsbrun (AKlagsbrun@msn.com) 12/1/95

B^Eringing me down, ^F#mI'm running aground, ^DBlind in the li^Aght of the interstate c^Ears ^EPassing me by, ^F#mthe busses and semi's, ^DPlunging like st^Aones from a slingshot on m^Ears ^ABut I'm here by the road, b^Doun^C#md to the l^Bmoad ^A ^BmThat I picked up in ten thousand cafes and b^Ears ^AAlone with the rush of the drivers who w^Don't pick me ^C#mup ^Bm ^A ^BmThe highway, the moon, the clouds, and the s^Etars

^DBlack throated wind^C#m, keeps on po^Auring in With its words of a life where nothing is n^Eew ^C ^A ^DAh, mother am^C#merican night, ^EI'm lost fr^Aom the light ^GOh, ^DI'm drowning in y^Aou

^EI left St. Louis, city of b^F#mlues, ^Din the midst of a s^Atorm I'd rather ^Eforget ^EI tried to pretend it came to an ^F#mend ^DCause you weren't the wo^Aman I once thought I'd ^Emet

^ABut I can't deny, that t^Dime^C#ms have gone ^Bmby B^Am ^Bm ^BmWhere I never had doubts or thoughts of r^Eegret ^AAnd I was a man when all this be^Dgan^C#m ^Bm ^A ^BmWho wouldn't think twice about being there ^Eyet

^DBlack throated wind,^C#m keeps on po^Auring in And it speaks of a life that p^Easses like dew ^C ^A ^DIt's forced me to ^C#msee that you've done be^Etter by ^Ame ^GBetter by ^Dme than I've done by y^Aou

^ENow what's to be found racing ar^F#mound. ^DYou carry your p^Aain wherever you g^Eo ^EAll full of the blues and trying to l^F#mose ^DYou ain't gonna le^Aarn what you don't wanna kn^Eow

^ASo I give you my eyes, an^Dd a^C#mll of their ^Bmlies ^A ^BmPlease help them to learn as well as to s^Eee ^ACapture a glance, ^Dand ^C#mmake it d^Bmance ^A ^BmOf looking at you, looking at ^Eme

^DBlack throated wind,^C#m keeps on pou^Aring in With its words of a lie that could al^Emost be true ^C ^A ^DAh, mother am^C#merican night, h^Eere co^Ames the light ^GI'm turning ar^Dound, that's what I'm go^Anna do ^GGoing back h^Dome that's what I'm go^Anna 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

^EYou're bringing me down, ^F#mI'm running around, ^DBlind in the ^Alights of the interstate ^Ecars,^Esus4

^EPassing me by, ^F#mthe buses and semis, ^DPlunging like ^Astones from a slingshot on ^EMars.

^ABut I'm here by the ^A7road, ^Dbound to the

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load, ^BmI picked up in ten thousand cafes and ^Ebars.

^AAlone with the rush of the ^A7drivers that ^Dwon't pick me

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up, ^BmThe highway, the moon and the clouds and the ^Estars.

^DBlack throated wind, ^F#mkeeps on ^Apourin' in, With its words of a life where n^Eothing is n^Cew, ^A

^DAh, mother ^F#mAmerican night, ^EI pass ^Afrom the light,^G Ah, ^DI'm drowning in ^Ayou. ^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.

Grateful Dead - Black throated wind