BLACK THROATED WIND
By: Weir/Barlow
As performed on the Album Ace
Bringing me down, I'm running aground,
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by, the busses and semi's,
Plunging like stones from a slingshot on mars
But I'm here by the road, bound to the load
That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up
The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars
Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in
With its words of a life where nothing is new
Ah, mother american night, I'm lost from the light
Oh, I'm drowning in you
I left St. Louis, city of blues, in the midst of a storm I'd rather forget
I tried to pretend it came to an end
Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met
But I can't deny, that times have gone by Bm
Where I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
And I was a man when all this began
Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet
Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in
And it speaks of a life that passes like dew
It's forced me to see that you've done better by me
Better by me than I've done by you
Now what's to be found racing around.
You carry your pain wherever you go
All full of the blues and trying to lose
You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know
So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies
Please help them to learn as well as to see
Capture a glance, and make it dance
Of looking at you, looking at me
Black throated wind, keeps on pouring in
With its words of a lie that could almost be true
Ah, mother american night, here comes the light
I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do
Going back home that's what I'm gonna do
Black-Throated Wind -- Grateful Dead (Barlow, Weir)
INTRO: E -- Esus4 -- E
You're bringing me down, I'm running around,
Blind in the lights of the interstate cars,
Passing me by, the buses and semis,
Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars.
DaddC#
But I'm here by the road, bound to the load,
I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars.
DaddC#
Alone with the rush of the drivers that won't pick me up,
The highway, the moon and the clouds and the stars.
Black throated wind, keeps on pourin' in,
With its words of a life where nothing is new,
Ah, mother American night, I pass from the light,
Ah, I'm drowning in you.
I left St. Louie, city of blues,
In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget.
I tried to pretend it came to an end,
'Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met.
But I can't deny, times have gone by,
I never had doubts or thoughts of regret.
I was a man when all this began,
Who wouldn't think twice about being that yet.
Black throated wind, whisper in sin,
And speaking on life that passes like dew.
It's forced me to see, you've done better by me,
Better by me than I've done by you.
Now what's to be found by racing around,
You carry your pain wherever you go,
Full of the blues and tryin' to lose,
You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know.
So I give you my eyes and all of their lies,
Please help them to learn as well as to see.
Capture a glance, and make it a dance,
But looking at you is looking at me.
Black throated wind, keeps pourin' in,
With its words of a life that could almost be true.
Ah, mother American night, here comes a light,
I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do.
Going back home, that's what I'm gonna do.
I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do.
Goin' back home, that's what I'm gonna do.
You've done better by me than I've done by you,
Oh, I'm drowning in you.