Kevin Welch - Early summer rain

I ^Gdream with my eyes o^Dpen I ^Gsee with my eyes c^Dlosed I ^Gwatch through many ^Bmwindows ^AHeaven only knows Some ^Gwords can't be ^Dspoken Some t^Ghings can't be expl^Bmained ^DOut when it gets ^Glonesome In the early summer ^Drain ^GBlack crow he's the ^Djoker ^GRed rail hawk's the k^Ding ^GDiamondback he's the ^Bmtax man ^AHe don't miss a thing Out ^Gwhere there's no fo^Drgiveness Out ^Gwhere's there's no ^Bmblame ^DOut where it's gets l^Gonesome In the early summer r^Dain There's^A wind down in these ditches There's ^Gred dust on the rye But there's ^Dstorm up on the ri^Gdges There's a ^Dsilver tear in my eyes ^AAll I know is you my friend ^GWill not see my pain ^DOut where it gets l^Gonesome In the early summer ^Drain^G There's a ^Gred flying horse by the ^Droadside ^GSpreading his wings ^Dagain ^GMe and him are gonna t^Bmake a little ride ^AHope we catch a good tail wind ^GTake me to the purple ^Dmountain ^GWhere nobody knows my ^Bmname ^DOut where it gets ^Glonesome In the early summer r^Aain There's^A wind down in these ditches There's ^Gred dust on the rye But there's^D storm up on the r^Gidges There's a ^Dsilver tear in my eyes ^AAll I know is you my friend ^GWill not see my pain ^DOut where it gets l^Gonesome In the early summer ^Drain ^AAll I know is you my friend ^GWill not see my pain ^DOut where it gets l^Gonesome In the early summer ^Drain^{G D}