Chords for Savatage - Handful Of Rain (Official Video Clip)
Tempo:
81.7 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
B
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Night is growing dark, from somewhere deep within.
[Gm] It shelters light and awe, [D] that always takes you in.
[Am] Till the mind goes [B] numb, till it's feeling [D] no pain.
[Am] And the soul [B] cries out for a handful [D] of rain.
[Bb] Oh, oh.
[Bb] [D] Wash your women in your whiskey with your futures in the past.
[G] And [D] you're staring up at heaven from the bottom of a glass.
[Bb] And you need some insulation from the years you've had and lost.
[D] And you feel the perspiration as you're adding up the cost.
[F] And the night [E] goes on like a slow [Dm]-moving train.
[F]
[B] And the sound [D]
of the trails of living on the dead.
If it's true that God's forgiving of the sins we have led.
[Bb] In the distance, around the air, it's thick and warm.
And [D] the patrons watch with wonder, the approaching of the storm.
[F] And the night goes [E] on like a slow [Dm]-moving train.
[D] And [F] the soul cries [B] out for a handful [D] of rain.
[A]
[D]
[A] There's an old man in the corner and he's smoking all the time.
And the smoke is drifting upward and it's twisted in my, twisted in my [G] mind.
[A] My mind!
[G] [A] This is getting deeper and I use it like a moat.
There's a blues man in the distance and he's lost inside his, lost inside his nose.
His nose!
[G] [A] His nose!
[D] [A]
[D]
And the night is growing dark.
And the night is growing dark.
And the night is growing dark.
[D] [G]
[N]
[Gm] It shelters light and awe, [D] that always takes you in.
[Am] Till the mind goes [B] numb, till it's feeling [D] no pain.
[Am] And the soul [B] cries out for a handful [D] of rain.
[Bb] Oh, oh.
[Bb] [D] Wash your women in your whiskey with your futures in the past.
[G] And [D] you're staring up at heaven from the bottom of a glass.
[Bb] And you need some insulation from the years you've had and lost.
[D] And you feel the perspiration as you're adding up the cost.
[F] And the night [E] goes on like a slow [Dm]-moving train.
[F]
[B] And the sound [D]
of the trails of living on the dead.
If it's true that God's forgiving of the sins we have led.
[Bb] In the distance, around the air, it's thick and warm.
And [D] the patrons watch with wonder, the approaching of the storm.
[F] And the night goes [E] on like a slow [Dm]-moving train.
[D] And [F] the soul cries [B] out for a handful [D] of rain.
[A]
[D]
[A] There's an old man in the corner and he's smoking all the time.
And the smoke is drifting upward and it's twisted in my, twisted in my [G] mind.
[A] My mind!
[G] [A] This is getting deeper and I use it like a moat.
There's a blues man in the distance and he's lost inside his, lost inside his nose.
His nose!
[G] [A] His nose!
[D] [A]
[D]
And the night is growing dark.
And the night is growing dark.
And the night is growing dark.
[D] [G]
[N]
Key:
D
A
G
B
Bb
D
A
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Night is growing dark, _ _ _ from somewhere deep within.
_ _ _ [Gm] It shelters light and awe, _ _ _ [D] that always takes you in.
_ _ [Am] Till the mind goes [B] numb, till it's feeling [D] no pain.
_ _ _ _ [Am] And the soul _ [B] cries out for a handful [D] of rain.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ Oh, oh. _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [D] Wash your women in your whiskey with your futures in the past.
[G] And [D] you're staring up at heaven from the bottom of a glass.
[Bb] And you need some insulation from the years you've had and lost.
[D] And you feel the perspiration as you're adding up the cost.
[F] And the night _ [E] goes on like a slow [Dm]-moving train.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[B] And the sound _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ of the trails of living _ _ on the dead.
If it's true that God's forgiving of the sins we have led.
[Bb] In the distance, around the air, it's thick and warm.
And [D] the patrons watch with wonder, the approaching of the storm.
[F] And the night _ goes [E] on like a slow [Dm]-moving train. _
_ [D] _ _ And [F] the soul cries [B] out for a handful [D] of rain. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ There's an old man in the corner and he's smoking all the time.
And the smoke is drifting upward and it's twisted in my, twisted in my [G] mind.
_ [A] My mind!
[G] _ _ [A] This is getting deeper and I use it like a moat.
There's a blues man in the distance and he's lost inside his, lost inside his nose.
His nose!
[G] _ [A] His nose!
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And the night is growing dark. _ _ _
_ And the night is growing dark. _
And the night is growing dark. _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Night is growing dark, _ _ _ from somewhere deep within.
_ _ _ [Gm] It shelters light and awe, _ _ _ [D] that always takes you in.
_ _ [Am] Till the mind goes [B] numb, till it's feeling [D] no pain.
_ _ _ _ [Am] And the soul _ [B] cries out for a handful [D] of rain.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ Oh, oh. _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [D] Wash your women in your whiskey with your futures in the past.
[G] And [D] you're staring up at heaven from the bottom of a glass.
[Bb] And you need some insulation from the years you've had and lost.
[D] And you feel the perspiration as you're adding up the cost.
[F] And the night _ [E] goes on like a slow [Dm]-moving train.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[B] And the sound _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ of the trails of living _ _ on the dead.
If it's true that God's forgiving of the sins we have led.
[Bb] In the distance, around the air, it's thick and warm.
And [D] the patrons watch with wonder, the approaching of the storm.
[F] And the night _ goes [E] on like a slow [Dm]-moving train. _
_ [D] _ _ And [F] the soul cries [B] out for a handful [D] of rain. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ There's an old man in the corner and he's smoking all the time.
And the smoke is drifting upward and it's twisted in my, twisted in my [G] mind.
_ [A] My mind!
[G] _ _ [A] This is getting deeper and I use it like a moat.
There's a blues man in the distance and he's lost inside his, lost inside his nose.
His nose!
[G] _ [A] His nose!
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And the night is growing dark. _ _ _
_ And the night is growing dark. _
And the night is growing dark. _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _