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From: macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon) 055 Title: THE WIND CRIES MARY (J. Hendrix) 1967 1 668886 -> -> x0888x -> -> |: Eb E F Eb E F :| C Bb F After all the jacks are in their boxes C Bb F And the clowns have all gone to bed C Bb F You can hear happiness staggering on down the street G Bb Eb E F Footsteps dressed in red G Bb Eb E F Eb E F And the wind whispers Mary C Bb F A broom is drearily sweeping C Bb F Up the broken peices of yesterday's life C Bb F Somewhere a queen is weeping G Bb Eb E F Somewhere a king has no wife G Bb Eb E F Eb E F And the wind cries Mary LEAD |: F Eb Bb Ab :| 3x G Bb Db F C Bb F The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow C Bb F And shine the emptyness down on my bed C Bb F The tiny island sags downstream G Bb Eb E F Cause the life that lived is dead G Bb Eb E F Eb E F And the wind screams Mary C Bb F Will the wind ever remember C Bb F The names it has blown in the past C Bb F With its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom G Bb Eb E F It whispers no, this will be the last G Bb Eb E F Eb E F Eb E F Eb E F And the wind cries Mary \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ Glen Macon \_ \_\_ \_\_ any-net: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com \_ \_ \_\_ \_ Standard disclaimer... \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ \_ Commodore doesn't endorse what I say, I do \_ \_ \_ \_ Who wants to know... \_ \_ \_ \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.