Leon Russell - A hard rains gonna fall

Oh, whe^F7re have you been,^Bb7 my blue ey^F7ed son? Where ^F7have you been, my ^Bb7darling young one?^C7 I've st^Bb7umbled on the side of t^C7welve misty mounta^F7ins I've w^Bb7alked and I've crawled o^C7n six crooked high^F7ways I've s^Bb7tepped in the middle of ^C7seven sad forests ^F7 Bb7 I've been out in fro^C7nt of a dozen dead^F7 oceans And it's a h^F7ard, and i^C7t's a hard, it's a ^F7hard, and it's a har^Bb7d And it's a ha^F7rd rain's gonna fa^C7ll ^F7

Oh, wh^F7at did ^Bb7you see, my^F7 blue eyed son? What d^F7id you see, my darl^Bb7ing young one? ^C7 I saw a ^Bb7black branch with ^C7blood that kept dr^F7ipping I saw a ^Bb7room full of men w^C7ith their hammers ^F7bleeding I saw a ^Bb7white ladder all c^C7overed with w^F7ater I saw te^Bb7n thousand talkers^C7 whose tongues were a^F7ll broken And i^F7t's a hard, and it'^C7s a hard, it's a ha^F7rd, ohhh it's a hard ^Bb7 A^F7nd it's a hard rain's ^C7 gonna f^F7all

Tell m^F7e what did you hea^Bb7r, my blue eyed ^F7son? What d^F7id you hear, my dar^Bb7ling young one? ^C7 I heard ^Bb7one hundred drumm^C7ers whose hands we^F7re a blazing Ten thou^Bb7sand whispering an^C7d nobody listen^F7ing I heard ^Bb7one person starve,^C7 I heard many peop^F7le laughing I heard ^Bb7the song of a poet^C7 who died in t^F7he gutter A^F7nd it's a hard, and it^C7's a hard, it's a har^F7d, ohhh it's a hard ^Bb7 And i^F7t's a hard rai^C7n's go^F7nna fall

Well,^F7 what'll you do now, m^Bb7y blue eyed son?^F7 What'l^F7l you do now, my dar^Bb7ling young one? ^C7 Well I'l^Bb7l walk to the depths of ^C7the deepest black^F7 forest Where th^Bb7e people are many and th^C7eir hands are all e^F7mpty Where th^Bb7e pellets of poison are ^C7flooding their wat^F7ers Where h^Bb7unger is ugly, and the s^C7ouls are forgot^F7ten

And ^F7it's a hard, and it^C7's a hard, it's a h^F7ard, ohhh it's a ^Bb7hard And ^F7it's a hard rain's ^C7 gonna fall^F7