Black Throated Wind by Grateful Dead
Key: EE | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


E                F#m
Bringing me down, I'm running aground,
D              A                      E
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
E              F#m
Passing me by, the busses and semi's,
D               A                         E
Plunging like stones from a slingshot on mars
A                          D  C#m       Bm   A
But I'm here by the road, bound to the load
Bm                                          E
That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
A                                       D            C#m   Bm   A
Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up
Bm                                          E
The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars
D                  C#m          A
Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in
                                           E    C   A
With its words of a life where nothing is new
D            C#m           E          A
Ah, mother american night, I'm lost from the light
G   D                A
Oh, I'm drowning in you
E                          F#m   D                  A               E
I left St. Louis, city of blues, in the midst of a storm I'd rather forget
E                                F#m
I tried to pretend it came to an end
D                       A                      E
Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met
A                       D  C#m         Bm  A Bm
But I can't deny, that times have gone by Bm        
Bm                                       E
Where I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
A                               D  C#m  Bm  A
And I was a man when all this began
Bm                                         E
Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet
D                   C#m         A
Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in
                              E              C   A
And it speaks of a life that passes like dew
D                 C#m                    E       A
It's forced me to see that you've done better by me
G         D                     A
Better by me than I've done by you
E                               F#m               
Now what's to be found racing around.
D               A                 E
You carry your pain wherever you go
E                                    F#m
All full of the blues and trying to lose
D                 A                          E
You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know
A                        D  C#m         Bm    A
So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies
Bm                                       E
Please help them to learn as well as to see
A                 D   C#m      Bm    A
Capture a glance, and make it dance
Bm                            E
Of looking at you, looking at me
D                   C#m          A
Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in
                                     E            C   A
With its words of a lie that could almost be true
D            C#m            E     A
Ah, mother american night, here comes the light
G             D                       A
I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do
G           D                     A
Going back home that's what I'm gonna do