Tom Waits

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                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...