Jimi Hendrix - Wind cries mary

^DAfter all the jacks are in their b^Coxes ^DAnd the clowns have all gone to be^Cd ^DYou can hear happiness s^Ctaggering on down the s^Gtreet ^DFootprints dr^Cessed in re^Gd ^AAnd the wind whispers M^Gary ^{Em Am}

^DA broom is drearily sw^Ceeping ^DUp the broken pieces of ye^Csterday's life ^DSomewhere a queen is we^Ceping ^DSomewhere a k^Cing has no w^Gife ^AAnd the wind It cries ^GMary ^{Em Am}

^DThe traffic lights They turn of blue t^Comorrow ^DAnd shine their emptiness down on my ^Cbed ^DThe tiny island s^Cails on d^Gownstream ^DCause the life that ^Clived is ^Gdead ^AAnd the wind screams ^GMary ^{Em Am}

^DWill the wind ever ^Cremember ^DThe names it has blown in the p^Cast And with this ^Dcrush It's old a^Cge And it's ^Gwisdom It whispers ^DNo This will ^Cbe the ^Glast ^AAnd the wind cries ^GMary ^{Em Am}