Billy's Band - More Than Rain (Tom Waits cover), аккорды песни для гитары

Am
           
Dm
It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
           
E
         
Am
It's more than thunder, it's more than thunder
              
Dm
It's more than a bedroom and that's why i'm so good
         
E
       
Am
It's no more dancing, it's just a sad time

     
A7
    
Dm
         
G
  None of our pockets are filled with gold
           
C
  And nobody's caught the boquet
      
A7
           
Dm
          
E
  And there are no dead presidents we can fold
          
Am
       
Dm
        
E
  Nothing is going our way, nothing is going our way

It's more than a bad dream, and I've got myself into
There's no more dancing there's no more dancing
It's more than a goodbye that I have to say to you
An only woe-be-gotten grey skies now.

  None of our pockets are filled with gold
  And nobody's caught the boquet
  And there are no dead presidents we can fold
  Nothing is going our way, nothing is going our way

It's more than a trouble that I've got myself into
There's no more dancing it's just a sad time
It's more than a goodbye that I have to say to you
And only woe-be-gotten grey skies now.
It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now.
It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now...

Am
           
Dm
It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
           
E
         
Am
It's more than thunder, it's more than thunder
              
Dm
It's more than a bedroom and that's why i'm so good
         
E
       
Am
It's no more dancing, it's just a sad time

     
A7
    
Dm
         
G
  None of our pockets are filled with gold
           
C
  And nobody's caught the boquet
      
A7
           
Dm
          
E
  And there are no dead presidents we can fold
          
Am
       
Dm
        
E
  Nothing is going our way, nothing is going our way

It's more than a bad dream, and I've got myself into
There's no more dancing there's no more dancing
It's more than a goodbye that I have to say to you
An only woe-be-gotten grey skies now.

  None of our pockets are filled with gold
  And nobody's caught the boquet
  And there are no dead presidents we can fold
  Nothing is going our way, nothing is going our way

It's more than a trouble that I've got myself into
There's no more dancing it's just a sad time
It's more than a goodbye that I have to say to you
And only woe-be-gotten grey skies now.
It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now.
It's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now...