Hands Like Rain

A D A G

Dm     D
Slowly crawling 'cross the floor
        Bm
Comes a shadow through the window
         A                       D
From the house next door and the dust specks dancing
       Bm                D                A
In the last of the light one more evening passing
    Dbm       D
She walked on tiptoes on a gravel bar
Bm                           A
Wet skin pale as the evening star
    D                           A          Bm
The North Platte winding like a silver eel
  G        D
Hands like rain on August fields

D               A            Bm      G        D       A
Hands like rain falling soft      to ease the drought inside
G            D  A          Bm        G               D G D
As memory fades not much remains but hands like rain

Bm             D                  G         D
Now I stand on stiff legs and I clutch the cane
      Bm                           A
And I search the sky for a sign of rain
         D                        A    Bm  D
As if it matters as if it makes a damn
                     A
just an old man's habit
D                   G          D
Down the street the schoolboys play
Bm                      A
Dime novel heroes from another day
G           D
Who now are nothing more than faceless names
      G         D        A
And a nameless face with hands like rain

D               A            Bm   G           D       A
Hands like rain falling soft      to ease the drought inside
G            D  A          Bm        G               D G D
As memory fades not much remains but hands like rain
Db          D      G               D    Bm
We'd run by night and we'd hide by day
              A
so the papers used to say
D                    A        G    D                     A
On stolen horses and borrowed time dancing girls and brandy wine

A
I can hear them calling they're calling me
                              D                A
I can here them calling but I still can't see (no I can’t see it)

D               A            Bm      G        D       A
Hands like rain falling soft      to ease the drought inside
G            D  A          Bm        G               D G D
As memory fades not much remains but hands like rain

A  G  D                   G          D
      Life and legend are an awkward pair
Bm                             Em       A
   And there ain't much magic anywhere
 D                               G
Except in moments we can't often steal
D                  A             D
Hands like rain on August fields
[Chorus] x2
D               A            Bm   G           D       A
Hands like rain falling soft      to ease the drought inside
G            D  A          Bm        G               D G D
As memory fades not much remains but hands like rain

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