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055 Title: THE WIND CRIES MARY (J. Hendrix) 1967 1 668886 - - x0888x - - |: Eb E F Eb E F :|
CAfter all the Bbjacks are in their Fboxes CAnd the clowns have Bball gone to Fbed CYou can hear happiness Bbstaggering on Fdown the street GFootsteps Bbdressed in EbredE F GAnd the Bbwind whispers EbMarEy F Eb E F
CA broom is Bbdrearily Fsweeping CUp the broken peices of Bbyesterday's Flife CSomewhere a Bbqueen is Fweeping GSomewhere a Bbking has no EbwifEe F GAnd the wind Bbcries EbMarEy F Eb E F
LEAD |: F Eb Bb Ab :| 3x G Bb Db F
CThe traffic lights turn Bbblue toFmorrow CAnd shine the emptyness Bbdown on my Fbed CThe tiny island Bbsags Fdownstream GCause the life that Bblived is EbdeaEd F GAnd the wind Bbscreams EbMarEy F Eb E F
CWill the wind Bbever reFmember CThe names it has Bbblown in the Fpast CWith its crutch, its old Bbage, and its Fwisdom GIt whispers no, this will Bbbe the EblasEt F GAnd the wind Bbcries EbMarEy F Eb E F Eb E F Eb E F
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