Тональность
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...
