The Rain - Sons of Bill
(CAPO 2nd FRET)
[Em] [G] [D] [Em] [G] [D] [Em] [G] [D] [Em] [G] [D]
I could [Em]blame it [G]on the [D]moon
For [Em]calling me [G]out to-[D]night
Maybe [Em]I'm just a [G]little bit [D]lonesome, baby
And [Em]maybe my [G]head ain't [D]right
I could [Em]walk down [G]to the [D]station
See my [Em]reflection [G]on the [D]ground
[Em]Receeding [G]in the [D]ripples
But I [Em]do not [G]hear a [D]sound
I don't hear a [Cadd9]sound[D]
The [Em]devil she [G]comes to [D]me says
"Boy, do you [Em]wanna go [G]out to-[D]night?"
She's got a [Em]fourty ounce [G]hurricane [D]in her left hand
And a [Em]fourty-five [G]in her [D]right
You're [Em]dying [G]just to [D]touch her
And your [Em]heart just [G]wants to [D]scream
So you [Em]pull her just a [G]little bit [D]closer
And pre-[Em]tend its all [G]just a [D]dream
'Cause it's just a [Cadd9]dream[D]
CHORUS
Oh and [Cadd9]I.....[Em].. ain't the [D]man I wanna [Em]be
They call it [C]freedom as you're [G]reaching for your [D]chains
Oh and [Cadd9]I.....[Em].. am haunted [D]by the memo-[Em]ries
Of who I [C]used to be when I [G]didn't hate the [D]rain
Like I hate the [Em]rain[G][D]
[Em] [G] [D] [Em] [G] [D] [Em] [G] [D]
I could [Em]blame it [G]on the [D]moon
For [Em]calling me [G]out to-[D]night
Maybe [Em]I'm just a [G]little bit [D]lonely, baby
And [Em]maybe my [G]head ain't [D]right
I ain't [Em]trying to [G]sing the [D]blues
It's bloody [Em]fingers and [G]guitar [D]strings
Twelve [Em]bars is [G]just a [D]prison
When there's [Em]nothing else [G]left to [D]sing
There's nothing left to [Cadd9]sing[D]
(REPEAT CHORUS)
I hate the [Em]rain[G][D]
Like I hate the [Em]rain[G][D]
I hate the [Em]rain[G][D]
(CAPO 2nd FRET)
[Em] [G] [D] [Em] [G] [D] [Em] [G] [D] [Em] [G] [D]
I could [Em]blame it [G]on the [D]moon
For [Em]calling me [G]out to-[D]night
Maybe [Em]I'm just a [G]little bit [D]lonesome, baby
And [Em]maybe my [G]head ain't [D]right
I could [Em]walk down [G]to the [D]station
See my [Em]reflection [G]on the [D]ground
[Em]Receeding [G]in the [D]ripples
But I [Em]do not [G]hear a [D]sound
I don't hear a [Cadd9]sound[D]
The [Em]devil she [G]comes to [D]me says
"Boy, do you [Em]wanna go [G]out to-[D]night?"
She's got a [Em]fourty ounce [G]hurricane [D]in her left hand
And a [Em]fourty-five [G]in her [D]right
You're [Em]dying [G]just to [D]touch her
And your [Em]heart just [G]wants to [D]scream
So you [Em]pull her just a [G]little bit [D]closer
And pre-[Em]tend its all [G]just a [D]dream
'Cause it's just a [Cadd9]dream[D]
CHORUS
Oh and [Cadd9]I.....[Em].. ain't the [D]man I wanna [Em]be
They call it [C]freedom as you're [G]reaching for your [D]chains
Oh and [Cadd9]I.....[Em].. am haunted [D]by the memo-[Em]ries
Of who I [C]used to be when I [G]didn't hate the [D]rain
Like I hate the [Em]rain[G][D]
[Em] [G] [D] [Em] [G] [D] [Em] [G] [D]
I could [Em]blame it [G]on the [D]moon
For [Em]calling me [G]out to-[D]night
Maybe [Em]I'm just a [G]little bit [D]lonely, baby
And [Em]maybe my [G]head ain't [D]right
I ain't [Em]trying to [G]sing the [D]blues
It's bloody [Em]fingers and [G]guitar [D]strings
Twelve [Em]bars is [G]just a [D]prison
When there's [Em]nothing else [G]left to [D]sing
There's nothing left to [Cadd9]sing[D]
(REPEAT CHORUS)
I hate the [Em]rain[G][D]
Like I hate the [Em]rain[G][D]
I hate the [Em]rain[G][D]
