Black Throated Wind
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Bringing me down, I'm running aground,
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by, the busses and semi's,
Plunging like stones from a slingshot on mars
But I'm here by the road, bound to the load
That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up
The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars
Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in
With its words of a life where nothing is new
Ah, mother american night, I'm lost from the light
Oh, I'm drowning in you
I left St. Louis, city of blues, in the midst of a storm I'd rather forget
I tried to pretend it came to an end
Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met
But I can't deny, that times have gone by Bm
Where I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
And I was a man when all this began
Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet
Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in
And it speaks of a life that passes like dew
It's forced me to see that you've done better by me
Better by me than I've done by you
Now what's to be found racing around.
You carry your pain wherever you go
All full of the blues and trying to lose
You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know
So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies
Please help them to learn as well as to see
Capture a glance, and make it dance
Of looking at you, looking at me
Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in
With its words of a lie that could almost be true
Ah, mother american night, here comes the light
I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do
Going back home that's what I'm gonna do
Black-Throated Wind -- Grateful Dead (Barlow, Weir)
E -- Esus4 -- E
You're bringing me down, I'm running around,
Blind in the lights of the interstate cars,
Passing me by, the buses and semis,
Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars.
But I'm here by the road, bound to the load,
I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars.
Alone with the rush of the drivers that won't pick me up,
The highway, the moon and the clouds and the stars.
Black throated wind, keeps on pourin' in,
With its words of a life where nothing is new,
Ah, mother American night, I pass from the light,
Ah, I'm drowning in you.
I left St. Louie, city of blues,
In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget.
I tried to pretend it came to an end,
'Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met.
But I can't deny, times have gone by,
I never had doubts or thoughts of regret.
I was a man when all this began,
Who wouldn't think twice about being that yet.
Black throated wind, whisper in sin,
And speaking on life that passes like dew.
It's forced me to see, you've done better by me,
Better by me than I've done by you.
Now what's to be found by racing around,
You carry your pain wherever you go,
Full of the blues and tryin' to lose,
You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know.
So I give you my eyes and all of their lies,
Please help them to learn as well as to see.
Capture a glance, and make it a dance,
But looking at you is looking at me.
Black throated wind, keeps pourin' in,
With its words of a life that could almost be true.
Ah, mother American night, here comes a light,
I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do.
Going back home, that's what I'm gonna do.
I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do.
Goin' back home, that's what I'm gonna do.
You've done better by me than I've done by you,
Oh, I'm drowning in you.
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Readable chord sheet for Black Throated Wind by Grateful Dead
B[E]ringing me down, I[F#m]'m running aground, B[D]lind in the ligh[A]t of the interstate cars[E] P[E]assing me by, th[F#m]e busses and semi's, P[D]lunging like ston[A]es from a slingshot on mars[E] B[A]ut I'm here by the road, bou[D]nd t[C#m]o the load [Bm] [A] T[Bm]hat I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bar[E]s A[A]lone with the rush of the drivers who won[D]'t pick me up [C#m] [Bm] [A] T[Bm]he highway, the moon, the clouds, and the sta[E]rs B[D]lack throated wind, [C#m]keeps on pouri[A]ng in W[E]ith it[C]s wor[A]ds of a life where nothing is new A[D]h, mother amer[C#m]ican night, I'm[E] lost from t[A]he light O[G]h, I'[D]m drowning in you [A] I[E] left St. Louis, city of blu[F#m]es, in [D]the midst of a storm[A] I'd rather forge[E]t I[E] tried to pretend it came to an en[F#m]d C[D]ause you weren't the woma[A]n I once thought I'd met[E] B[A]ut I can't deny, that tim[D]es h[C#m]ave gone by B[Bm]m [A] [Bm] W[Bm]here I never had doubts or thoughts of reg[E]ret A[A]nd I was a man when all this bega[D]n [C#m] [Bm] [A] W[Bm]ho wouldn't think twice about being there ye[E]t B[D]lack throated wind, k[C#m]eeps on pouri[A]ng in A[E]nd it speaks of [C]a lif[A]e that passes like dew I[D]t's forced me to se[C#m]e that you've done bette[E]r by me [A] B[G]etter by me[D] than I've done by you [A] N[E]ow what's to be found racing arou[F#m]nd. Y[D]ou carry your pai[A]n wherever you go [E] A[E]ll full of the blues and trying to los[F#m]e Y[D]ou ain't gonna lear[A]n what you don't wanna know [E] S[A]o I give you my eyes, and [D]all [C#m]of their lies[Bm] [A] P[Bm]lease help them to learn as well as to see[E] C[A]apture a glance, an[D]d mak[C#m]e it dance[Bm] [A] O[Bm]f looking at you, looking at me[E] B[D]lack throated wind, k[C#m]eeps on pourin[A]g in W[E]ith its words [C]of a [A]lie that could almost be true A[D]h, mother amer[C#m]ican night, here[E] comes [A]the light I[G]'m turning arou[D]nd, that's what I'm gonna[A] do G[G]oing back hom[D]e that's what I'm gonna[A] do Black-Throated Wind -- Grateful Dead (Barlow, Weir) E -- Esus4 -- E Y[E]ou're bringing me down, I'[F#m]m running around, B[D]lind in the li[A]ghts of the interstate car[E]s, [Esus4] P[E]assing me by, th[F#m]e buses and semis, P[D]lunging like st[A]ones from a slingshot on Mar[E]s. [A] [A7] B[D]ut I'm here b[Dadd]y th[C#]e road, bound to the load, I[Bm] picked up in ten thousand cafes and ba[E]rs. [A] [A7] A[D]lone with the [Dadd]rush[C#] of the drivers that won't pick me up, T[Bm]he highway, the moon and the clouds and the st[E]ars. B[D]lack throated wind, ke[F#m]eps on pou[A]rin' in, W[E]ith its word[C]s of a[A] life where nothing is new, A[D]h, mother Am[F#m]erican night, I p[E]ass from[A] the light, [G] A[D]h, I'm drowning i[A]n you.[Asus4] [A] [E] I left St. Louie, city of blues, In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget. I tried to pretend it came to an end, 'Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met. But I can't deny, times have gone by, I never had doubts or thoughts of regret. I was a man when all this began, Who wouldn't think twice about being that yet. Black throated wind, whisper in sin, And speaking on life that passes like dew. It's forced me to see, you've done better by me, Better by me than I've done by you. Now what's to be found by racing around, You carry your pain wherever you go, Full of the blues and tryin' to lose, You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know. So I give you my eyes and all of their lies, Please help them to learn as well as to see. Capture a glance, and make it a dance, But looking at you is looking at me. Black throated wind, keeps pourin' in, With its words of a life that could almost be true. Ah, mother American night, here comes a light, I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do. Going back home, that's what I'm gonna do. I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do. Goin' back home, that's what I'm gonna do. You've done better by me than I've done by you, Oh, I'm drowning in you.