Hendrix Jimi - The Wind Cries Mary, аккорды

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
From: [email protected] (Glen Macon)


                                                                       055

Title:				THE WIND CRIES MARY		(J. Hendrix)
								    1967
		                 1
		  668886 -> ->  x0888x -> ->
		|:  
Eb
    
E
  
F
     
Eb
   
E
  
F
 :|

		
C
             
Bb
                 
F
		After all the jacks are in their boxes
		
C
                   
Bb
          
F
		And the clowns have all gone to bed
		
C
                      
Bb
            
F
		You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
		
G
         
Bb
         
Eb
 
E
 
F
		Footsteps dressed in red
		
G
       
Bb
            
Eb
 
E
 
F
  
Eb
 
E
 
F
		And the wind whispers Mary


		
C
          
Bb
       
F
		
A
 broom is drearily sweeping
		
C
                       
Bb
          
F
		Up the broken peices of yesterday's life
		
C
           
Bb
       
F
		Somewhere a queen is weeping
		
G
           
Bb
          
Eb
 
E
 
F
		Somewhere a king has no wife
		
G
            
Bb
    
Eb
 
E
 
F
  
Eb
 
E
 
F
		And the wind cries Mary


 		LEAD  |: 
F
  
Eb
  
Bb
  
Ab
 :| 3x    
G
  
Bb
  
Db
  
F


		
C
                       
Bb
     
F
		The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow
		
C
                       
Bb
         
F
		And shine the emptyness down on my bed
		
C
               
Bb
   
F
		The tiny island sags downstream
		
G
                   
Bb
       
Eb
 
E
 
F
		Cause the life that lived is dead
		
G
            
Bb
      
Eb
 
E
 
F
  
Eb
 
E
 
F
		And the wind screams Mary


		
C
             
Bb
     
F
		Will the wind ever remember
		
C
                
Bb
           
F
		The names it has blown in the past
		
C
                        
Bb
           
F
		With its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
		
G
                         
Bb
     
Eb
 
E
 
F
		It whispers no, this will be the last
		
G
            
Bb
    
Eb
 
E
 
F
  
Eb
 
E
 
F
  
Eb
 
E
 
F
  
Eb
 
E
 
F
		And the wind cries Mary


_  _  _  _  _  _  _  _ 

    ___      _      _                  Glen Macon 
   _            __  __     any-net: [email protected]
   _             _ __ _            Standard disclaimer...    
    _   ___    _  _  _   Commodore doesn't endorse what I say, I do
     _       _    _      _           Who wants to know...
       _     _     _      _      
	 ___       _      _    
	                                                
 _  _  _  _  _  _  _  _  _  _

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.