Chords for Keys to the Rain - Robert Hunter (Tales of the Great Rum Runners)

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_ [Abm] _ [F] _ _ [Bb] The rain.
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[Eb] Sweet Mary was [Bb] walking her dog in the fire, [F] singing some tune [Bb] called My Hope and Desire.
[Eb] Her tears were like [Bb] needles that hung on a chain.
[F] She didn't ask nothing, [Bb] except more of the same.
[Eb] Her blue eye was [Bb] scarlet, her blind eye was [F] fiend.
She wore a tattoo that [Bb] read, Lock up the rain.
But I [Eb] mean, who do [F] you think [Bb] is gonna believe [Eb] it when you tell them you got the keys?
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[Bb] To the rain.
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Yo [Bb] soy marinero, [F] potisale, [Bb] potisale, [Eb] potisale.
Para [Bb] bailar la bamba, [F] se necesita un [Bb] poco de gracia.
_ _ _ [Eb] The prodigal son [Bb] steals off in the night.
[F] He'd done it before, [Bb] it worked out alright.
[Eb] He took a wrong turn [Bb] and wound up in a [F] ditch.
Well, it could have done worse though, [Bb] and ended up rich.
[Eb] His arms were cut [Bb] open and found to be [F] flayed.
The hope of the future [Bb] served up on a tray.
I [Eb] mean, [F] who do you think is [Bb] gonna believe [Eb] it when you tell them you got the keys? _
[F] _ _ [Bb] To the rain. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] You caught me, and held [Bb] me, and called me your own.
[F] Then kicked in my teeth, [Bb] and left with my bone.
[Eb] Now I know you ain't [Bb] little, but I ain't so [F] small.
And you had surprise on [Bb] your side after all.
[Eb] So I'm making a wish, [Bb] I've never done that before.
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This is the first [Bb] time, and I hope there ain't more.
But [Eb] just who [F] do you think [Bb] is gonna believe [Eb] it when you tell them you got the keys?
_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] To the rain.
_ _ _ _ _ Ech ba da da [Eb] da da [Bb] da da ba, da da da da da da da da ba.
Da da da da da da da da da, da da da da da da da da da. _ _
[Eb] Well, the just and the crippled [Bb] both push up the flowers.
[F] And nothing [Bb] remains but the song of the [Eb] hours.
I hope you can dig it, [Bb] I know that you will.
[F] But please don't run high [Eb] when I come with [Bb] my bill.
[Eb] Before you get [Bb] trying this noose on for [F] size.
It's so quick to fall, yes, [Bb] and so slow to rise.
[Eb] And who [Cm] do you think [Bb] you'll get to believe you [Eb] when you tell them you got the keys?
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[Bb] To the rain. _ _ _ _ _
[Ebm] Yeah, [F] who do you think [Bb] you're gonna get to believe [Eb] it when you tell them you got the keys?
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[Bb] To the rain.
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