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The Rain Ukulele

(ver. 1)
Sons Of Bill
The Rain - Sons of Bill

(CAPO 2nd FRET)


Am F G  Am F G  Am F G  Am F G


        Am       F      G
I could blame it on the moon
    Am         F      G
For calling me out to-night
      Am         F          G
Maybe I'm just a little bit lonesome, baby
    Am       F          G
And maybe my head ain't right
        Am        F      G
I could walk down to the station
       Am         F      G
See my reflection on the ground
Am        F      G
Receeding in the ripples
      Am     F      G
But I do not hear a sound
               Fadd9  G
I don't hear a sound


    Am        F        G
The devil she comes to me says
             Am       F      G
"Boy, do you wanna go out to-night?"
            Am           F         G
She's got a fourty ounce hurricane in her left hand
      Am          F      G
And a fourty-five in her right
       Am    F       G
You're dying just to touch her
         Am         F        G
And your heart just wants to scream
       Am              F          G
So you pull her just a little bit closer
        Am           F      G
And pre-tend its all just a dream
                   Fadd9  G
'Cause it's just a dream


CHORUS
       Fadd9 Am           G           Am
Oh and I....... ain't the man I wanna be
             F                 F                 G
They call it freedom as you're reaching for your chains
       Fadd9 Am            G           Am
Oh and I....... am haunted by the memo-ries
         F                 F               G
Of who I used to be when I didn't hate the rain
                Am  F  G
Like I hate the rain
 

Am F G  Am F G  Am F G

        Am       F      G
I could blame it on the moon
    Am         F      G
For calling me out to-night
      Am         F          G
Maybe I'm just a little bit lonely, baby
    Am       F          G
And maybe my head ain't right
        Am        F        G
I ain't trying to sing the blues
            Am          F      G
It's bloody fingers and guitar strings
       Am      F      G
Twelve bars is just a prison
             Am           F       G
When there's nothing else left to sing
                        Fadd9  G
There's nothing left to sing


[REPEAT CHORUS]


           Am  F  G
I hate the rain
                Am  F  G
Like I hate the rain
           Am  F  G
I hate the rain
            
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